(Courtesy: astronomy.com)

“Longing is divine discontent, the unendurable present, finding a physical doorway to awe and discovery that frightens and emboldens, humiliates and beckons, makes us into pilgrim souls and sets us on a road that starts in the centre of the body and then leads out, like an uncaring invitation, like a comet’s tail, felt like both an unrelenting ache and a tidal pull at one and the same time, making us willing to give up our perfect house, our paid-for home and our accumulated belongings.

Longing is felt through the lens and ache of the body, magnifying and bringing the horizon close, as if the horizon were both a lifetime’s journey away and living deep inside at some unknown core – as if we were coming home into a beautifully familiar, condensed strangeness.”

• An excerpt from an essay on Longing by David Whyte in his book ‘Consolations’.

I long for the warmth of that hand on my right shoulder, that lovely smile, those big brown eyes and that dimple on his chin.

Blessed is the day you were born. Bless you my darling, wherever you are.