The tent of thought where I shelter

Do your thoughts shelter you or make you almost homeless from yourself?
May your thoughts (and mine) be kind and sheltering. May they be gentle like candlelight rather than harsh like neon light.

"I place on the altar of the morning:

The quiet loyalty of breath,

The tent of thought where I shelter,

And all beauty drawn to the eye"

lines taken from

A Morning Offering by John O'Donohue.

Lets go for a walk down the bog road

the bog road...

 walking amid tree shadows...

 past a deserted house...

and some wild flowers...

In his mind, his fields become presences;

The feel of their colours, the brace of their walls

Have greened his mind and tempered his heart.

For the Farmer ~ by John O'Donohue