Light is returning.
Even though this is the darkest hour,
no one can hold back the dawn.
Let’s keep it burning.
Let’s keep the flame of hope alive.
Bring safe our journey through the storm.
One planet is turning,
circle on a path around the sun.
Earth Mother is calling her children home.
“The Vacation” by Anthony deMello
(from the book Wellsprings: A Book of Spiritual Exercises)
I imagine I retire to a lonely place
to give myself the gift of solitude,
for solitude is a time when I see things as they are.
What are the little things in life
that lack of solitude has magnified unduly?
What are the really big things
that I find too little time for?
Solitude is the time to make decisions.
What decisions do I need to make
at this juncture of my life?
I now make a decision
about the kind of day today shall be.
Will it be a day of doing?
I list the things I really want to do today.
Will it also be a day of being?
–no effort to achieve,
to get things done,
to gather or possess,
but just to be?
My life will not bear fruit
unless I learn the art of lying fallow,
the art of “wasting” time creatively.
So I decide what time to give to play,
to purposeless and unproductive interests,
to silence, intimacy, rest.
And I ask myself what I shall taste today.
and listen to