make a nesting now: David Whyte





David Whyte:

There’s an image at the beginning of this poem, which is an image of a contemporary of St. Colman, and his name was St. Kevin, and he was the kind of Irish St. Francis, because he had this remarkable experience with all the animals and birds. He was constantly losing his prayer book, and then an otter would bring it back; and then he’d lose it again, and a stork would bring it. You get the feeling he was just chucking it in the river in the end, and they were just bringing it back.

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the first thing… David Whyte


David Whyte - descent to troutbeck


My Comment:

How easily do we miss this very first step, this step of ‘no step’ – of stepping back and turning around to meet ourself. How quickly does our mind – that is the accumulation of memories of the past – Velcro on to the ‘need to please’ and the urge to be acknowledged and accepted by those we perceive as being ‘others’?

This is David Whyte’s meditation on that first step, which is the last step:


Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
close in,
the step
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