Sunday, 7 November 2021

O’Donohue

There is a huge abyss within every mind. When we belong, we have an outside mooring to prevent us from falling into ourselves. As memory gathers and anchors time, so does belonging shelter longing. When longing dies, creativity ceases.

         John O’Donohue

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