Belonging....

My New Perch On The Front Porch

Already I have found a favorite place to perch and ponder for a while..., the front porch, late evening as the sun is going down...  Now with a special perch, I am beginning to have a sense of belonging again.

And in that vein of thought, I am reminded of David Whyte's wonderful poem ~

The House of Belonging

I awake

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that

thinking for

a moment

it was one

day

like any other.

But

the veil had gone

from my 

darkened heart

and 

I thought

it must have been the quiet

candlelight

that filled my room,

it must have been

the first

easy rhythm

with which I breathed

myself to sleep,

it must have been 

the prayer I said

speaking to the otherness

of the night.

And 

I thought

this is the good day

you could

meet your love,

this is the black day

someone close

to you could die.

this is the day

you realize

how easily the thread

is broken

between this world 

and the next

and I found myself

sitting up

in the quiet pathway

of light,

the tawny 

close grained cedar

burning round

me like fire

and all the angels of this housely

heaven ascending

through the first

roof of light

the sun has made.

This is the bright home

in which I live,

this is where

I ask

my friends

to come,

this is where I want

to love all the things

it has taken me so long

to learn to love.

This is the temple

of my adult aloneness

and I belong

to that aloneness

as I belong to my life.

There is no house

like the house of belonging.

~ David Whyte ~