I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
~ Gustave Flaubert Continue reading “Sharing time”
I love what I think, and I’m never tempted to believe it. Thoughts are like the wind or the leaves on the trees or the raindrops falling. They’re not personal, they don’t belong to us, they just come and go. When they’re met with understanding, they’re friends.
~ Byron Katie
The essential ingredient in a temenos is the perimeter that marks out the space, whether by a wall, a fence, a hedge of flowers and bushes, or some rocks that only imply the full perimeter. Having crossed the border, we find ourselves in a special place where certain things happen and other things do not.
~ Thomas Moore, The Re-Enchantment of Everyday Life Continue reading “In my garden”
in a world of blossoms
wearing an umbrella-hat
~ Issa, 1818
All text excerpted from “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” by Wendell Berry.
Before I began my retreat, a friend who happens to be one of my favorite photographers, Bo Mackinson, invited me to participate in the start of a movement. Bo published a post on Easter titled Practice Resurrection, putting her images to Wendell Berry’s “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.” The following is my answer to her invitation, and to Wendell Berry’s call. It’s also my way of honoring Earth Day.
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
~ Albert Camus Continue reading “Retreating”