Monday, June 22, 2009

Pilgrim soul

To my daughter on her birthday, a poem by David Whyte from The House of Belonging.

... one small thing
I've learned these years,

how to be alone,
and at the edge of aloneness
how to be found by the world.

Innocence is what we allow
to be gifted back to us
once we've given ourselves away.

There is one world only,
the one to which we gave ourselves
utterly, and to which one day

we are blessed to return.

I love you, Jenn, and bless you on your journey.


Earthmamagoddess said...

so beautiful. and perfect. like you.

kirsty said...

Happy Birthday, Jenn!

chef said...

what a great picture! i adore you both! :)


Jenn said...

Thank you so much, Mama! I love you! xoxo

STW said...

Nice poem selection, E. Sharp and tender all at once. Great photo, too. My life was surely in black and white before I came stampeding into this party. Bless, bless. Love, love.

geogirl said...

Best looking birthday cake I've ever seen!!!

Lovely poem. Happy Birthday Jenn!