A lonely-feeling seeker stumbling upon a book of poetry called "The House of Belonging" by David Whyte will either sink into the book with a wave a relief and thanks, or read it with a curled lip thinking "Yeah, right. But not for me." Depends on your level of investment in feeling lonely.
I've picked the book up off the shelf a couple of times for random reads, and read it once from cover to cover. I have felt both reactions, depending on my level of investment in feeling lonely. When I read "This is the temple of my adult aloneness and I belong to that aloneness as I belong to my life."or "Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out someone has written something new in the ashes of your life." or "What you can plan is too small for you to live. What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough for the vitality hidden in your sleep.", I can embrace the promise of belonging, or I can cling to the despair of my separateness. I admit to feeling disturbed and a tad disappointed by my choices in the moment of reading. How to choose the best for myself? How to enact those choices in my life and work?
I recommend the book, by the way. The disurbances are the welcome kind.
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