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
The Peace of Wild Things— Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the wild heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
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.