Each day is a holy place

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

Excerpt from the Blessing, ‘The Inner History of a Day’

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Gelukkig worden doe je zo

Dank aan Jan Versteegh die voor zijn boek ‘Gelukkig worden doe je zo’, ook in ZeeVELD langskwam voor een openhartig gesprek met Thomas. Klik op de afbeelding en lees verder.

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