Insomnia struck this morning around
two, and after a period of discomfort, I used my computer to listen
to a rerun of On Being. There
I met the poet and philosopher David Whyte. In the middle of the
night, I thought, after listening to this, I may never be the same.
Now, this afternoon, I think, maybe so, maybe not. He certainly has
some intriguing ideas for me to think about. The poem above is a
glance into it. Much more is available here at Krista Tippet's
interview.
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