Poem of the Month: October 2005

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

painting their black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes
of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

- David Whyte, from The House of Belonging

Journal prompts:

• As we head into autumn, reflect on the rhythms of your life. What is leaving? What is arriving?
  
  
• What is the "something new" that is being written in the ashes?
  
  
• What is the "one line/ already written/ inside you"?
  
  
• Begin, "The small, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in my own heart...."