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A One-Inch Year

In the new light of spring, I have been pondering how to write about the experience of this year, a dropping away from work, a dropping into deeper presence of attention to what it takes to live an ordinary life. I still have nearly half a year, yet - a few days ago, I came across a short poem by Wendell Berry that made that resonant "whoosh" of recognition:

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 humble and joyful,

by which we arrive at the ground at our feet,

and learn to be at home,

and learn to be at home.

This what I have been doing: "learning to be at home" in the ground beneath my feet. I have never been so. Never been so. There is always something more to do, somewhere else to go, someone else to become. In this true sabbath, all else is falling away except the journey inward and how it lives outward. I will be exploring this more in the future. I am only at a first step.

 

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10.12 | 08:27

I have browsed your comments on these books at various times and came back again now to be inspired to round out my selection for my 'winter reading'.

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02.12 | 19:23

Yes indeed...will show you tomorrow.

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02.12 | 19:20

I like these very much. The spirals amid stars and land especially feel like pure whimsy and joy. Black paper and gel pens, you say?.....

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10.09 | 21:59

Hearing you! MB

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