Wednesday, February 18, 2009

the journey home

The world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.
--Wendell Berry (b.1934)

It's always exciting to see spring appear and begin to unfold. The forecast for this week is for more winter, but the signs of spring are all around. Today I arrived at the ground at my feet and got lost in all of the little harbingers of spring. My neighbors probably think I'm nuts. But there's something cathartic (as well as humbling and arduous) about lying face down on the damp ground and examining the marvelous, silent renewal taking place. And realizing this transformation all takes place at its appointed time. The earth turns, the axis pivots, the days lengthen, and the tulips grow. Order amid our chaos.

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