Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life

were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny

transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny

the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,

even you, at times, have felt the grand array;

the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding

out your solo voice. You must note the way the soap dish enables you,

or the window latch grants you freedom.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing

even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and

seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably

themselves.

Everything is waiting for you.

David Whyte, Everything is waiting for you