ordinary happens

"We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.

Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.

So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one."

John O’Donohue, from “The Inner History of A Day”

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when i was little i never liked
that my birth month was
November...
now i cannot image another more
beautiful time to have been born
into this world
where so much beauty
waits to be discovered
inside and out.

xoxo