Be still. Be still.

I know it most likely doesn't feel like Fall where you are. It's hot all over the country, which is happy for me (Yay! I get to wear my shorts for the first time this year!) but sad for the rest of you who have been craving the goodness of crisp air and bright leaves. So, let's pretend that this September 28th is not in the 90's but is pointing toward a day, very soon, when your streets will be filled with red and gold leaves, when the wind will bite just enough that you need that light short sleeved tan sweater you bought this past weekend and you swear was one of the best purchases of your life. When you will sit outside with friends beside a firepit and laugh. Happy Thankful Tuesday from Wendell Berry.


by Wendell Berry

for Gurney Norman, quoting him

The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
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