THE FUTURE For God’s sake, be done with this jabber of “a better world.” What blasphemy! No “futuristic” twit or child thereof ever in embodied light will see a better world than this, though they foretell inevitably a worse. Do something! Go cut the weeds beside the oblivious road. Pick up the cans and [...]
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“Embodied light…”
Posted in Instructions, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wendell Berry, Wholeness on November 16, 2009 | 3 Comments »
“Finally…”
Posted in Inspiration, Instructions, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Wendell Berry, Wholeness on November 22, 2008 | 2 Comments »
We’ve had a rocky road with our internet provider of late. At last things are up and running smoothly (for the moment). A great test of patience and emotional fortitude. How To Be a Poet (to remind myself) Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, [...]
“Like slow growing trees…”
Posted in Inspiration, Instructions, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on December 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
WORK SONG, part 2: A Vision If we will have the wisdom to survive, to stand like slow growing trees on a ruined place, renewing, enriching it… then a long time after we are dead the lives our lives prepare will live here, their houses strongly placed upon the valley sides… The river will run [...]
“Be generous toward each day…”
Posted in Inspiration, Instructions, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Prayers, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on November 6, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
No, no, there is no going back. Less and less you are that possibility you were. More and more you have become those lives and deaths that have belonged to you. You have become a sort of grave containing much that was and is no more in time, beloved then, now, and always. And so [...]
“Bow to mystery…”
Posted in Dad, Family, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on September 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Today, I follow my well-beaten path across the county to visit with my Dad. The air is thick; humid…visible over the fields of corn and freshly cut and rolled hay. He has left numerous messages this week–confused, sounding ever more like his own father…voice mumbling and trailing off. Yesterday, he didn’t recognize my daughter, Grace. [...]
“Clear in the ancient faith…”
Posted in Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness on August 15, 2007 | 1 Comment »
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. [...]
“Live a three-dimensional life…”
Posted in Dad, Family, Instructions, Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on July 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Today I resist going to the hospital. I find things to do–important things. I think…later, I’ll go later. Finally, I am on the elevator. He’s not in Room 345. I round the corner and hear, “Help me; help…” It’s Dad–disoriented and confused. His blood sugar is low and I discover why they have him on [...]
“Recovering majesty…”
Posted in Family, Inspiration, Photo Canvases, Photography, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on May 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
“We have lived by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We have been wrong. We must change our lives, so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption that what is good for the world will be good for us. . . We must [...]
“Still water…”
Posted in Nature, Photo Canvases, Photography, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Wendell Berry, Wholeness, Writing on May 20, 2007 | 1 Comment »
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS 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 great heron [...]
