My life’s wave is at its crest.

The thought of work becomes

a friend of the thought of rest.

I see how little avail

one man is, and yet I would not

be a man sitting still,

no little song of desire

traveling the mind’s dark woods.

I am trying to teach my mind

to bear the long, slow growth

of the fields, and to sing

of its passing while it waits.

~Wendell Berry

the dark woods are shifting here….

inquiry for today~ what are you holding onto?

tribal underpinnings

Your heart

is big enough

for everyone.

~Sharon Salzberg