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April Meditation, 2024


975 year old horse chestnut tree - Burghley House, Englan

 

In honor of the quiet place, where fears can arise and be shed, leaving the songs of our original selves to dance with the dawn and the trees and all our relations.


With Love,


Peri and Barbara



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 ~



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