… I owned a slope full of stones.
Like buried pianos they lay in the ground,
shards of old sea-ledges, stumbling blocks
where the earth caught and kept them dark,
As I piled them in the light
I heard their music,
breath of song, that has
not left me.
I gave pain and weariness to their bearing out.
What bond have I made with the earth,
having worn myself against it?
The stones have given me music.
They have taught me the weariness that loves the ground. – Wendell Berry –
To Know The Dark …
go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings … – Wendell Berry –
Keep the faith folks, reach out to each other, take a stand, do the good work, now more than ever.
PiYo This Week: Monday & Thursday 8:00 am
Peace,
William
