My God is Wild
Once you start to awaken, no one can ever claim you again for the old patterns. Now you realize how precious your time here is. You are no longer willing to squander your essence on undertakings that do not nourish your true self; your patience grows thin with tired talk and dead language. You see through the rosters of expectation which promise you safety and the confirmation of your outer identity. Now you are impatient for growth, willing to put yourself in the way of change. You want your work to become an expression of your gift. You want your relationship to voyage beyond the pallid frontiers to where the danger of transformation dwells. You want your God to be wild and to call you to where your destiny awaits.
– John O’Donohue
Photo Credits: My God is Wild, Creative, and Unruly by Susan J. Preston, Santa Fe, NM © 2020, all rights reserved
Technical: Fuji XT-3 | XF 16-55mm
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