What is my hurry? What roots me in this place and time? I overlook the depth of those questions. I enjoy reading Wendell Berry‘s essays about farming. He reminds me that farming is a love of place and time. The small farm is home for people and nature. There is no separation.
My mother said farmers do not need Daily Savings Time. Depending on the time of the year, they understand their work based on the time and space they are in at that moment. When I think of the world as unpatterned, I sense its majestic wholeness and not compartments, rendering them virtual.
I hear the trees
say “What’s your hurry?”
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**Lily of the Nile image from my garden; text added by Natalie
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As our pen seeks the page, our hearts remember
the scars, the beauty of pushing through
the pain. But there is so much more –
we long to be filled with the right words
to inspire us, to inspire others
prophets with a pen
With oceans in our eyes scanning the horizon
searching for the purity to guide us
it’s a type of prayer really
opening up our minds
Pursuing those letters, the right combination
and suddenly with revelation,
there is light in our story
the love we need
in our poem.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
“When shadows cross your path,
remember they are but shadows, not reality.
When clouds obscure the sun,
remember they are but clouds.
When beset by trial and difficulty,
remember these are but birds of passage
that will continue their flight
when they have but rested for a short while”
– Spiritual Teacher Silver-Birch
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