What is precious
inside us does not care
to be known by the mind
that diminish its presence.~David WhyteThe monk who bakes breadno longer believes in the measure-for-measure Godof the recipe books,has little faith, if any, in the predestined endingsset forth by timers,the finely sifted claims to inerrancy heldby cups and spoons.Blended to life,call his a leavened devotion to resurrectionappearing from within each cracked tomb of grain,the hunger that presses his hansdawn after dawn,deep into the just-risen flesh.Cowl white as the flour he scoops, mixes,forms pat pat into loaves shaped like naves,it is his chest, filled with the invisible yeast of breath,that knows by heart the patient kneading together of days,how long love takes to rise.~Daniel Skach-Mills
there may be no greater accomplishment than to find one’s internal graces and muses….aligned with passion and then offering them to those we love…..
The goal of life
is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe
to match your nature with Nature.