Thursday, February 19, 2015

David Whyte on LONGING (deep)


'LONGING 

has its own secret future destination, and its own seasonal emergence from within, a ripening from the core; a seed growing in our own bodies. It is as if we are put into relationship with an enormous distance inside us leading back to some unknown origin now emerging and with its own secret and even ruthless timing, indifferent to our wills, while on the outside we feel it as an intimate sense of intimacy and proximity, to a lover, to a future, to a transformation, to a life we want for ourselves; to the beauty of the sky and the need for a ground beneath it on which to stand. 

Longing is nothing without its dangerous edge, that cuts and wounds us while setting us free and beckons us exactly because of the human need to invite the right kind of peril; the foundational instinct that we are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world, that we are a form of invitation to others and to otherness, that we are meant to hazard ourselves for the right thing: for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for the right work or for a gift given against all the odds. 

In longing we move and are moving from a known but abstracted elsewhere, to a beautiful, about to be reached, someone, something or somewhere we want to call our own...

Excerpted from ‘LONGING’  in  CONSOLATIONS: 
The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words.
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press 2015
Now Available http://davidwhyte.stores.yahoo.net/newbook.html

The Path to Ullswater. Cumbria.
Photo ©  David Whyte July 2011'
LONGING
has its own secret future destination, and its own seasonal emergence from within, a ripening from the core; a seed growing in our own bodies. It is as... if we are put into relationship with an enormous distance inside us leading back to some unknown origin now emerging and with its own secret and even ruthless timing, indifferent to our wills, while on the outside we feel it as an intimate sense of intimacy and proximity, to a lover, to a future, to a transformation, to a life we want for ourselves; to the beauty of the sky and the need for a ground beneath it on which to stand.
Longing is nothing without its dangerous edge, that cuts and wounds us while setting us free and beckons us exactly because of the human need to invite the right kind of peril; the foundational instinct that we are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world, that we are a form of invitation to others and to otherness, that we are meant to hazard ourselves for the right thing: for the right woman or the right man, for a son or a daughter, for the right work or for a gift given against all the odds.
In longing we move and are moving from a known but abstracted elsewhere, to a beautiful, about to be reached, someone, something or somewhere we want to call our own...
Excerpted from ‘LONGING’ in CONSOLATIONS:
The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words.
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press 2015
Now Available http://davidwhyte.stores.yahoo.net/newbook.html
The Path to Ullswater. Cumbria.
Photo © David Whyte July 2011

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