“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” — Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”
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“Blog”
I hate the word “blog”. It just sounds so whatever, and it immediately makes me want to move on. So, I thought that an easier way for me to express what I had to put into writing was to call it what it is in some respects – a journal. No, I won’t be posting every day, I just don’t have the time. I don’t think there will be very many/any people reading this, but I’m just getting it out there. It’ll be when I can, and when I have something to say that I’ve been chewing on.
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Hello…
It has been a very long time since I’ve tried to maintain any sort of blog or online writing of any sort, but there are a lot of things that have caused me to want to get things down in writing as it were. So, I am going to take yet another swing at a journal of sorts. I appreciate your indulgence…