Good morning,
It’s Saturday. There’s a breeze coming off the water. The bay is still in a state of agitation. But from where we stand, the crows and crickets have the final say.
Before us is a very wise old tree whose wobbles and lumps always make me smile.
I asked her for guidance, and she told me to keep doing what we’re doing—to be still and listen. So we will be still, and we will listen.
“Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.”
—Gladys Taber
Onwards,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
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