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.
-Wendell Berry
In the last two days I have skipped stones in an eddy, stood in the midst of towering red woods, and seen the train tracks wind into the fog. I've watched the tide rise up to meet the shore and leap beyond. I've felt the weight of the wind press hard on my chest and the rain roll off my chin. I'm glad for the presence of wild things and the peace it brings.
Today, it is clear to me that the earth is filled with and moved by the Creator. Thanks be to Him for lighting His way with the natural world.
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adam! you just commented on your own blog (?).
it's saturday night and i'm baking pumpkin chocolate chip muffins with patty griffin playing in the background. trent tyni is here and we're reading. dan is making wontons.
come back.
It was actually Lori. I used her computer and it kept me logged on.
I hope your night ended as well as mine!
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