The Real Work

 

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of 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 great 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 for their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

What We Need Is Here


Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes.
Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.


Wendell Berry

Make a poem that does not disturb the silence

by whence it came.

Wendell Berry



Friday Night Lights

Love my friends.

Lights, Camera...

The downtown has an old movie theater, which just raised the money to get a completely new sign, that looks exactly like the old. Today was the first ever lighting of the new sign. We loved it, it was hilarious, and surprisingly packed. Small towns are great.