Thanks Fern, for your beautiful comment in this time of crisis. It conjures images of the calm before the storm.
The battle lines are now clearly drawn. A move must be made well before the midterms or the GOP wins by default if they can keep control of America’s mob mentality with the drumbeat of TFG’s grievance.
Thanks Fern, for your beautiful comment in this time of crisis. It conjures images of the calm before the storm.
The battle lines are now clearly drawn. A move must be made well before the midterms or the GOP wins by default if they can keep control of America’s mob mentality with the drumbeat of TFG’s grievance.
We are at an inflection point on which the characterization of the worlds societies for many generations to come now hinges. In the stillness we wait for the butterfly’s wingbeat to direct the tiniest of air currents to give direction to the hurricane to come.
'In the stillness we wait for the butterfly’s wingbeat to direct the tiniest of air currents to give direction to the hurricane to come.' Thank you, Christian.
Thanks Fern, for your beautiful comment in this time of crisis. It conjures images of the calm before the storm.
The battle lines are now clearly drawn. A move must be made well before the midterms or the GOP wins by default if they can keep control of America’s mob mentality with the drumbeat of TFG’s grievance.
We are at an inflection point on which the characterization of the worlds societies for many generations to come now hinges. In the stillness we wait for the butterfly’s wingbeat to direct the tiniest of air currents to give direction to the hurricane to come.
I weep.
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Barbara, for me this poem gave me a moment’s respite from our political morass. Thank you!
Wendell Berry is one of my favorite poets. Thank you.
Thank you, Barbara, for this flight into the wild with every day life and freedom mingled in the space.
This has always been one of my favorite poems. Thank you.
Mine too.
Mine as well.
'In the stillness we wait for the butterfly’s wingbeat to direct the tiniest of air currents to give direction to the hurricane to come.' Thank you, Christian.
I, too, am weeping.