I am lonesome for all the conversations we never had. - John O'Donohue

Most of us are moving through such an undergrowth of excess that we cannot sense the shape of ourselves any more.

The spirituality of the rural mind does not see time as routine or treadmill; time is a far more precious space where crevices open into the infinite, and where the rhythm of the eternal is felt to preside.

When he let the loneliness flow, let the dam burst within, something shifted in his relation to his own loneliness.... He became free once he had met the depth of his loneliness, engaged and befriended it. It became a natural part of his life.