Though the body grows old and bears

the ache and weight of many days,

the life by which it lives is young,

for life is young or it does not

exist, is not even dead. And so

as I walk in the land’s holy Sabbath

Under the tall trees, I come

at once into the old young joy

that has moved me all my life to be

here in the early morning light.

~Wendell Berry

I can always go out and walk through my burdens…

inquiry for today~ how will you reconnect today?

a fine understanding….

The art of deep seeing makes gratitude possible.

And it is the art of gratitude that makes joy possible.

~Ann Voskamp