A nice poem for the weather we are having these days on this island on the edge of Europe. Insight deepens when we resist the urge to prematurely close meaning, allowing complexity to speak in its own time.

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