Good morning!
It’s Wednesday. Yesterday is done. We have a fresh new day ahead of us.
We’re still down the old dirt road in that magical place that cannot be touched by time. We’ve stepped away from the roiling waters of the bay and deep into the field, where splash and buoy and cricket and leaf speak in equal volumes.
It’s a perfect place to sit and read a poem by Wendell Berry. It’s called “Be Still in Haste.”
“How quietly I
begin againfrom this moment
looking at the
clock, I start overso much time has
passed, and is equaled
by whatever
split-second is presentfrom this
moment this moment
is the first.”—Wendell Berry
Onwards we go,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
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