THE JOURNEY

Above the mountains 

the geese turn into

the light again

painting their

black silhouettes

on an open sky.

Sometimes everything 

has to be

enscribed across

the heavens

so you can find 

the one line

already written 

inside you.

Sometimes it takes 

a great sky

to find that

first, bright

and indescribable

wedge of freedom

in your own heart.

Sometimes with

the bones of the black

sticks left when the fire 

has gone out

someone has written 

something new

in the ashes

of your life.

You are not leaving.

Even as the light 

fades quickly now,

you are arriving.

~David Whyte

"Instead of wondering when your next vacation is going to be,

maybe you should set up a life you don't need to escape from."

 ~Seth Godin 

"Spring has returned. 

The Earth is like a child who knows poems."

~Rainer Maria Rilke

A song for Good Friday.

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"There are, it seems, two muses: the Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say "It is yet more difficult than you thought." This is the muse of form. It may be then that form serves us best when it works as an obstruction, to baffle us and deflect our intended course. It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings." 
-Wendell Berry

Framed By Fall....

I had the recent honor of participating in The Mountain Traditions Project...