Observe the wonders as they occur around you.

Don’t claim them.

Feel the artistry moving through

and be silent.

~Rumi

seemingly innocent rediscoveries….

inquiry for today~ hold on lightly dear ones…..

finding a better version of myself….

I would like to learn, or remember, how to live. I come to Hollins Pond

not so much to learn how to live as,

frankly, to forget about it. That is, I don’t think I can learn from a wild animal

how to live in particular- shall I suck warm blood, hold my tail high,

walk with my footprints precisely over the prints of my hands?

But I might learn something of mindlessness, something of the purity of living in the physical sense

and the dignity of living without bias or motive. The weasel lives in necessity and we live in choice,

hating necessity and dying at the last ignobly in its talons. I would like to live as I should,

as the weasel lives as he should. And I suspect that for me the way is like the weasel’s:

open to time and death painlessly, noticing everything, remembering nothing,

choosing the given with a fierce and pointed will.

~Annie Dillard