Dare to believe. And when believing lets you down, and after you have grieved, believe in something bigger. Keep going until all you have faith in is life, the universe, everything.
Love. And when love lets you down, and after you have grieved, take your love further. Keep expanding the circle of your soul until all you love is life, the universe, everything.
They will convince you to be cynical. They will convince you to close up, to tighten your fist. They will convince you that life isn’t worth the risk. Take the leap anyway. See for yourself.
This came out of a bleak mood today. An entreaty to cast our nets of hallowing wider, even as so much of the world seems hell-bent on getting us to shrink into narrower perceptions.
I will guard my heart. I will guard it against smallness; hardness. I will set boundaries within a soul that is boundless. I will thrill in a spring-spell of bloomings even knowing that a season will come to shrivel it all. Rot on the ground makes for a more hopeful future.
Life is so much audacity. It is holding grief and saying ‘this too’. It is knowing the endless surprise we have in store.
Bleak moods end. The primroses and celandines and wren-songs are still there. Until they won’t be. Until they will be again.
Believe; love; but more than you know.
Gideon Heugh
Gideon Heugh 