
Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?
— Mary Oliver, from “Softest of Mornings” in “A Thousand Mornings: Poems” (Penguin Books, 2012)
Notes:
I can't sleep…

Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?
— Mary Oliver, from “Softest of Mornings” in “A Thousand Mornings: Poems” (Penguin Books, 2012)
Notes:
“1 a.m.: Lie here then. Just lie here. What of it? It’s just lying here. Think of good things… Try to calm the banging heart.”
— Samantha Harvey, The Shapeless Unease: A Year of Not Sleeping (Grove Press; May 12, 2020)
Notes:
You are the doubter and the doubt,
worshipping a book you can’t read.
The awful quiet in your heart
is not the peace you were promised,
not the trembling hush before a revelation,
not a prelude to an earthquake,
not God’s silence, but his breathlessness.
~ Traci Brimhall, from “Gnostic Fugue,” from Our Lady of the Ruins
Photo: Noell Oszvald. Post inspired by quote from Mindfulbalance: “In our own lives the voice of God speaks slowly, a syllable at a time. Reaching the peak of years, dispelling some of our intimate illusions and learning how to spell the meaning of life-experiences backwards, some of us discover how the scattered syllables form a single phrase.” ~ Rabbi Joshua Herschel, Between God and Man.
Why not call the
moment of certainty, the fleeting moment
when everything that ever lived is right
behind my pounding heart, why not call
that moment: Beat-of-the-thousand-wings-
of-God-inside-my-chest.
~ Mark Nepo, from The Way Under The Way: The Place of True Meeting
Notes: Bird gif via Your Eyes Blaze Out

Right now your heart is beating in utter darkness inside your chest.
~ Francis Weller, in The Geography Of Sorrow. Francis Weller On Navigating Our Losse
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