It is time now, I said,

for the deepening and quieting of the spirit

among the flux of happenings.

Something had pestered me so much

I thought my heart would break.

I mean, the mechanical part.

I went down in the afternoon to the sea

which held me,

until I grew easy.

About tomorrow, who knows anything.

Except that it will be time, again,

for the deepening and quieting of the spirit.

~Mary Oliver

I will offer refuge to everyone I meet…this will be my refuge…

inquiry for today~ what is your anecdote to a hurting world?

let it be….

a Hobbit life-

a lovely garden

daily teatime

potatoes on the menu

bread and cheese in the pantry

a second breakfast

walk around barefoot

~s.s.s