I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers, the news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly, having felt something more wonderful than all the electricity of New York City.
I am learning about not knowing?
inquiry for today~ may you seek relief in your bones, in your heart, in your knowing….
I was no longer needing to be special,
because I was no longer so caught up in my puny separateness
that had to keep proving I was something.
I was part of the universe,
like a tree is, like grass is,
or like water is.
A sacred pause to feel the connection, the water flowing through us …
we need many throughout the day….oh sweet turning of the wheel g.f.s….