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 the wisdom of the soul become one.
john o'donohue
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Fascinating words, remind me of making art, Mary does inspire!
Posted by: peggy gatto | December 11, 2017 at 10:16 AM
I love John O'Donahue -- he's gone but his words are eternal blessings.
Posted by: Meri Arnett-Kremian | December 11, 2017 at 10:24 AM
LOVE the various examples of Mary in art and spirit. Everyday holy, it's all holy ground.
Posted by: gemma | December 11, 2017 at 11:24 AM
How beautiful, these fragments of line and color that make up these wonderful pieces of art Rebecca! And thank you for the words of John O'Donahue... for reminding us of the secret work... XO
Posted by: Lea | December 11, 2017 at 05:25 PM