July 29th, 2009 by A.G.J.
I’m hearing the word “mystery” a lot these days, and I’m using it myself. My friend, Colin, gave me a small framed quote that reads:
“Let mystery have its place in you, do not always be turning up your whole soil with the plowshare of self examination, but have a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the winds may bring, and reserve a nook of shadow for the passing bird; keep a place in your heart for the unexpected guests, an altar for the unknown gods.” – Henri Frederic Amiel
I realize I don’t always do that. It’s been hard to trust in the mystery and believe it’s a good one. But it is. I know that now. And though knowing and doing are two very different birds, each day I lean a little bit more into that truth. Now I question my fears. I keep breathing. The wings of my heart flap a bit. It’s all good.