Welcome, traveler.
You may have arrived here as if stumbling upon a clearing in the forest. You are invited to stop here a moment, to become quiet, to breathe. This is a place to begin to re-member the one in you who wants to sing, who wants to feel again the joy beneath the numbness and the pain, to realize that life, all of life, is happening now, in and around us. There is no other time. There is no other place. Welcome back to the authentic self you may have been seeking.
Poem for Now
Lost
— David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven,
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
