But grief is not a force and has no power to hold.

You only bear it.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there,

even in the dark, or most in the dark,

but shining out at times

like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

~Wendell Berry

learning about endurance and the fine hope of summer

inquiry for today~ settle into a daydream of impermanent sweetness

when mystery is hard to bear

climbed the blue staircase up to the sky

climbed where the roses were opening

where roses were speaking

heard nothing nothing to hear

heard silence

I climbed where the roses were singing

where the gods were waiting

blue staircase up in the sky

but heard nothing nothing to hear

heard silence silence

~Huichol shaman