it’s my desire


If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

~ E.B. White

… and in this torn space created between the two desires, i search-ask for that which gives me reason to hope, for that which i’m looking forward to … and my cliché answers show the cracks …

but i trust with a hope that the light will enter …

There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no

attention to itself, though it is always secretly there.

It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire

to seek possibility, and our hearts to love life.

Without this subtle quickening our days would be 

empty and wearisome, and no horizon would ever 

awaken our longing. Our passion for life is quietly 

sustained from somewhere in us that is welded to the 

energy and excitement of life. This shy inner light is 

what enables us to recognize and receive our 

very presence here as blessing.

We enter the world as strangers who all at once become 

heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that 

has long preceded us and will now enfold, nourish, 

and sustain us. The gift of the world is our first blessing.

Quiet Life,  John O’Donohue

 … that the Light has entered.


2 thoughts on “it’s my desire

  1. so so beautiful. i once spent a blessed miraculous day with john o’donohue, and i can promise that he was as beautiful as his words will ever be…….

    blessings to you. thank you for this beautifulness….

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