Monday, June 26, 2023

Time for Serenity, Anyone?

 

I like to live in the sound of water, in the feel of mountain air. A sharp reminder hits me: this world is still alive, it stretches out there shivering toward its own creation. and I'm part of it. Even my breathing

enters into this elaborate give-and-take, this bowing to sun and moon. day or night. winter, summer, storm, still--this tranquil chaos that seems to be going somewhere. This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it. This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
--William Stafford



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