I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!
Arthur Darby Nock
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
In the Silence
in that eerie
on the edge between darkness and dawn
and the trees
seeing vaguely the world around me
feeling the softness
of decay beneath my feet
feeling the cold breath of early dawn
this day is not yet born
the day past
is still heavy on my mind
it is hard to grab hold of the promise
of what might be