September Meditation, 2017


Dearest Friends, The world needs our music. In the quiet, perhaps we can find the song, our particular song, that the world longs to hear. It may take more than one pass through these lines for the meaning to land in your marrow. So it was for us. With deep gratitude for our chorus…it matters. Barbara and Peri

I Go Among Trees by Wendell Berry 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 from Sabbaths

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