Today is one of those days of pure beauty, pure love, and full on connection to all that is and all that wants to be expressing so lovingly in each and every way through you in your life and community.

To celebrate all that you are and all that you can be, to nourish the deepest spaces of your heart with the essence of joy that flows through your life returning to the deepest river of truth, I wanted to share one of my favorite lines from William Wordsworth’s Prelude that I use all the time to remember the deeper river of action always at play —

“Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society…”  

Here’s the section of the piece that surround these lusty words describing our eternal connection and the ever consuming dance we surrender over to when we are in harmony with our center –

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows               

                Like harmony in music; there is a dark

                Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles

                Discordant elements, makes them cling together

                In one society. How strange, that all

                The terrors, pains, and early miseries,

                Regrets, vexations, lassitudes interfused

                Within my mind, should e’er have borne a part,

                And that a needful part, in making up

                The calm existence that is mine when I

                Am worthy of myself! Praise to the end!                     

                Thanks to the means which Nature deigned to employ;

                Whether her fearless visitings, or those

                That came with soft alarm, like hurtless light

                Opening the peaceful clouds; or she would use

                Severer interventions, ministry

                More palpable, as best might suit her aim.

I hope you are enjoying yourself and soaking up everything that you encounter in the most fabulous way!

Enjoy a BBC recorded reading of Wordworth’s Prelude ….