feeling human

“having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest.   In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest.   In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest.”

― Wendell Berry, What Are People For?: Essays

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I feel tired

I am sure I look tired

Hey look!  Walking cadaver coming through

Perhaps it is being 65 (almost)

Perhaps it is too many years of being a human

Doing

And then doing some more

Ah

for the restfulness of being

just who I am

doing what I feel called to do

by my inner spirit

not what a myriad of voices

external

scream at me to do

perhaps if I learn

from the doe asleep in my flower bed

the cat asleep on my computer

even that rock chuck

sunning itself on (of course) a rock

I might begin

to look

and feel

human