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.
Quote: Wendell Berry
Photo: kylesipple @Flicker
thank you, Karl Duffy
The moon is at her full, and riding high,
Floods the calm fields with light.
The airs that hover in the summer sky
Are all asleep tonight.
Fields with light… summer air all asleep.
It is a transition time. During my afternoon walks I have noticed the shadows growing long – a reminder that the earth is shifting. The Summer sun’s heat is cooling. The leaves are proud to show their beauty as they dry and fall away from their charge, no longer needed to shade sidewalks and yards.
Transition time- moments suspended as what-has-been departs and what-will-be has not yet arrived. All of creation knows this stretch. Even though this is a part of nature’s way, brave work is required.
There is a time of Fall for each of us. A time of transition- when who we are begins to stretch toward a new ‘becoming’. It is work. A time of letting go and trusting that our growth will come from the rich soil of our foundation.
Fall is the season of in-between. May your’s be filled with gratitude and wonder.
Quote- William C. Bryant
Contemplative Monk – FB Page
This Monday might feel like an uncharted path even when you have greeted Mondays for many years.
Before you… a day that may seem dull of color and too familiar. May there be a step that opens a new path just beside the one you’ve always followed. May this be a day full of texture and undiscovered surprises.
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