How would it be to allow for knowing

and not knowing: allowing room

for the mystery of creating

to be able to wonder softly

without needing to understand everything

to trust in the process

to trust in love

to trust in the mystery and wonder

of the universe

that beats softly wildly

true

all round about us,

that is hidden in the mists

in the clouds and the rain

in the wind blowing and the rain lashing down on your window,

reminding you poetically

prosaically

that this is where you are,

on the island, at the edge,

in a place of finding  and refinding,

and remembering

to remember

the feel of the mist, wind and rain.

John O’ Donohue

photo of mist on Blessington Lake, Co Wicklow by irishflyfisher