This was the sunrise that greeted me yesterday morning. It was glorious indeed. Then when I later read this passage from Wendell Berry’s A Small Porch, it seemed the perfect picture to accompany this beautiful text.
A Small Porch: Sabbath Poems 2014 and 2015
By Wendell Berry
VIII. A Small Porch in the Woods
The watcher comes, knowing the small knowledge of his life in this body in this place in this world.
He comes to a place of rest where he cannot mistake himself as larger than he is, the place of the gray flycatcher, the yellow butterfly, the green dragonfly, the white violet, the columbine, where he cannot mistake himself as more graced or graceful than he is.
At the woods’ edge, the wild rose is in bloom, beauty and consolation always in excess of thought.
May today be full of that place of rest where we cannot mistake ourselves as larger than we are.
Happy Sunday, Gentle Readers.
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. Eric Sloane
No lakes here, but there the crunch and rustle of leaves make walking a treat for the ears. Have a beautiful Sunday!
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus
I am singing in a Christmas Concert today so there will be very little stillness in my world.
By the end of the day though, I will hopefully be sitting on my sofa enjoying the Christmas that is all around me, with some Christmas knitting in my hands.
I just love this time of year!
I really wanted to have a nice Be Still Sunday today and do a whole lot of nothing except a bit of spinning and reading the latest Spin Off magazine that was delivered yesterday.
It seems that a bug is making its way through our house, so today there will be a lot of nothing being accomplished.
Netflix and knitting are on my schedule today, how about yours?