River

“Here on the river I have known peace and beauty such as I never knew in any other place. There is always work here that I need to be doing and I have many worries, for life on the edge seems always threatening to go over the edge. But I am always surprised, when I look back on times here that I know to have been laborious or worrisome or sad, to discover that they were never out of the presence of peace and beauty, for here I have been always in the world itself.” ~ Wendell Berry

Where do you find peace and beauty on the edge?

Around the bend

Hiking an unfamiliar trail we need to let go of the myth that we are in control of what happens. We don’t know what’s around the next bend; steep inclines or sudden drops, a snake curled up in the sun or a bear with cub crossing the trail, a gnarly old tree or a bubbling creek, the sweetness of wild blackberries or the colors of wildflowers.

How do we keep trusting when the trail bends into the unknown?

Rocks and grass

Sometimes …”we have to crawl on hands and knees through the furrows of words, examining, brushing away dirt, not unlike a botanist examining growth patterns and evidence of the soil’s mineral content, water content and whether there is deep clay under the cracks in the soil from which the words emerge.” ~ from The Midrash of the Juanitos

What are you finding in the furrows?