S piritual awakenings come with different levels of urgency. If we’re lucky, it will be like the emerging brightness on a Sunday – the sharpening birdsong gently calling us into newness and awareness, deliciously slowly and with perfect ease, like the sun or the rise of a good loaf. Sometimes, we’re jolted awake. Things happen suddenly and painfully to reveal the extent to which we’ve drifted from spiritual health, or to remind us that our spirit was even there in the first place.
“ In our home, the windows were always closed against the dust, drone and road blether “
Consciously unconscious