I am taking a bit of time off for myself and taking this opportunity to connect to the words of others that inspire me.
1979: I
I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997. Washington: Counterpoint, 1998.
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Enjoy your trip Harlon,..
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I love the picture, Wendell Berry’s words, and that you are taking time for yourself! Wishing you peace and joy as you sing your song. 🙂
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Happy fishing….resting or just plain vegetating as I call it😊 Garfield hugs!
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Thank you, vegetating is the only thing on my “to do” list. Enough with the multi-tasking. Hope you are having a wonderful summer. Harlon hugs!
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Love, LOVE Berry. I’m usually reading something of his at all times. A great writer, and so spot on ahead of the realities. Enjoy your time off.
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Thank you, I just discovered him and I agree, he captures our reality in such a wholesome way. Peace, Harlon
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We celebrate his quiet path in Kentucky.
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