Stumbling Toward Ecstasy: Winter Dusk

 

Igloo Dusk by pommysheilah post by jchip8Igloo Dusk by PommySheilah

The winter of Listening

No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside.

All this petty worry
while the great cloak
of the sky grows dark
and intense
round every living thing.

What is precious
inside us does not
care to be known
by the mind
in ways that diminish
its presence.

Winter by Suba1 post by artemisWinter by Subal 1

What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire,

what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.

What we hate
in ourselves
is what we cannot know
in ourselves but
what is true to the pattern
does not need
to be explained.

Winter in my Region Johny hemelsoenWinter in My Region by Johny Hemelsoen

 Inside everyone
is a great shout of joy
waiting to be born.

Even with the summer
so far off
I feel it grown in me
now and ready
to arrive in the world.

All those years
listening to those
who had
nothing to say.

All those years
forgetting
how everything
has its own voice
to make
itself heard.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Winter Twilight—Golos

All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.

And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.

Silence and winter
has led me to that
otherness.

Winter Licht Michael HotzeWinter Licht—Michael Hotze

let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.

~by David Whyte

From 'House of Belonging'

 

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Comments

  1. Well, that's one thing of beauty followed by another and another and another.

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  2. I kept finding new word combinations that thrilled me as I read Whyte's words and then decided I liked the whole of it. The images were pure and utter beauty.

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  3. You just can't go wrong with David Whyte can you. I keep wondering if you have ever seen him in person. I would be so happy for you if you had. I do so want to myself. Thanks I love these images. I think the Igloo is my favorite.
    Noelle

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  4. oh noelle....what a long long day i have had. i spent the entire day visiting my niece, with family...who has been recently diagnosed with schizophrenia. i am weary and sad for her. there was great comfort, all the familiar voices surrounding her...we talked and played...
    and i am home now in a world she will never really be truly free to carve out fully.

    once home i settled in to visit each offering and i must say one after the next is a great and pure comfort to me. i want to be in the circle of that igloo and warm my hands on the friendship and caring i am receiving at every stop in our stumbling together.

    david whyte, i must look for more of him. house of belonging. just those words completely get me. when i was quite young, middle school...i use to dream about a home, casa de todas, house of everyone...
    i wanted everyone to belong, to find their rightful place, always. i still hurt at the thought of anyone left out, lonely, hungry, needing. house of belonging.....

    this in itself comforts me...

    i love you noelle and your beauty and sensitivity in my life.

    xoxoxoxoxoxo,
    rebecca

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  5. Rebecca,
    Dear I am so sorry to hear about your niece. I am writing you an email right now with a book title. Yes, David Whyte is wonderful. He is a personal guru for me. Such a great poet. He lives in Washington where Meri lives, in Olympia. You and I are so much alike in that way dear. We are always trying to include, no one must be left out, no one marginalized and no one in need. We try our best. It is hard when there is someone you love who is hurting, sick, and beyond your reach or care. You can only offer love in this circumstance and undying support to her and her family.
    Much love to you my dear friend,
    xoxo,
    Noelle

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  6. our winter sun is never like that here where I live in Australia.. it is beautiful and the scene from the Igloo looks just like ecstasy to me ~ divine. thankyou for sharing xo

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  7. Dearest Noelle,

    I haven't read the words yet, will come back later it is first thing in the morning here, have to get my cuppa! I have to comment though first on the images they are fabulous, but more than that the beauty of this tribe!!! I'm just overwhelmed at the love that resides here, reading the 'love letters' because that is what they truly are! Letters of comfort, support, honouring the best in each other I'm so grateful to belong!

    Speak to you all soon,

    Sue x

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  8. oh Noelle!
    you do DO IT!
    this is sublime
    all of it
    and
    oh how I LOVE David Whyte...

    thanks so much,
    xox - eb.

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  9. Fran aka RedondowriterJanuary 11, 2011 at 1:11 PM

    How absolutely exquisite, Noelle, images and your poetry. I can see the mountains topped with snow out my work window overlooking the L.A. basin, but living in snow is something else again.

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  10. Wonderful pictures!, especially "Winter in my region", but ...
    I noticed it in Picasa albums - maybe it's also your gallery?
    https://picasaweb.google.com/koerberkimberly3/Apr122011?feat=featured#5594835408008604562
    Jan R.

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