stumble into mysteries


The mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where the dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little woods, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of—and paths threaded with those little flowers planted by the mind.  ~Katherine Mansfield

and then when we think we feel the path under our feet, we find a new trail that is new and kinder and filled with moss……inviting us off-road….

inquiry for today~  remember when and where you took a new turn that made a difference? one you could not have foreseen?

a long walk

I sit until my mind slips

into silence, and in that

eclipse of thought, a drop

of nectar forms. I pierce

the perfect surface of this

drop and travel inward an

immeasurable distance-

it could be light years or

the smallest fraction of

an inch. I’m filled with

everything and nothing,

as I rest in the center of

this mystery, utterly

content. My striving

mind is spent, and in the

quiet I realize how simple

it is to arrive and taste the

sweetness- and how

easy to forget.

~Danna Faulds


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