Monday, June 10, 2013

Learning to be at Home

It is not wild, but is is the ground beneath my feet. It makes me see the poetry of responsibility. I am walking a spiritual path, towards the ground at my own feet, and learning to be at home.














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And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home. It is a journey we can make only by the acceptance of mystery and of mystification—by yielding to the condition that what we have expected is not there.

6 comments:

  1. love love love love love wendell..... he speaks to my soul.

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  2. Wonderful words, wonderful mystery-evoking images.

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  3. Yes, Dear Mona..and Yes again.

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  4. Oh Jardarmama, I'm so happy I can read you day after day...So so true...Thanks...Merci...

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  5. Beautiful words with beautiful photos - I love the light in them, so restful : )

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  6. Love your soulful eye for beauty and contemplative musings. Such a delight! Thank you.

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