One day I sat in the woods, which I found to be stunningly different than walking ‘through’ the woods. And in the sitting, the woods jumped to life with a spirited activity that I had scarcely ever seen or known to exist. And as I sat there turning this way and that in order to draw it all in, I thought that it was not the woods coming alive. Rather, it was me coming to a halt.
~Craig D. Lounsbrough
what is missing?
inquiry for today~ tying the metaphor to the meaning….
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives
with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day blind
stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace
of the world,
and am free.