I apologize to those who come to this webpage regularly that it has taken me such a long time to update it this spring. Many unexpected things have risen and am tending to some of the realities arising from "arguing with the unarguable:"
One
of these is age. Three weeks ago I turned 70! It is a number that it is taking me some time to encounter and respect. Although I am in great physical health and what most would call good mental acuity, a slowing of energy capacity is making itself subtly evident.
I must pay attention, and have been trying to do that while many unexpected demands for it are arising. Thus I am pondering Christina Feldman's phrase in her newest book Boundless Heart, "lay down your arguments with the unarguable."
A poem
that has followed me for some years just returned to my awareness and it becomes more real every time I do. It is Wendell Berry's The Real Work:
It may be
that when
we no longer know
what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when
we no
longer know
which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled
is
not employed.
The impeded stream
is the one that sings.
May you who read this also encounter this poem in its invitation. May you
too know the realities that inhabit your own life.