I took a stroll through Cambridge this evening.
There were celebrations of all sorts happening in the colleges.
I stopped for a moment and took in the atmosphere.
It was the briefest of pauses.
And this question occurred to me.
Does your mind ever stop whirring?
Mine doesn’t.
It’s always jumping from one thought to the next. The only two things that seem to slow the pace are standing still in nature and reading a poem.
As it’s the full moon soon, I am contemplating a night walk, but this evening, I am simply slowing my mind down with poems.
Here is the second verse of John O’Donohue’s blessing, Before Sleep.
As darkness within
Is wed to darkness without,
Freed from the weight of light,
Let my eyes sleep,
Relieved of all intensities.
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Good night, all.