Week 34 // reason, season, purpose

prompt box beyond / The impeded stream is the one that sings. -Wendell BerryIt may be that when we no longer know which way to go that we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings. -Wendell Berry

The real journey of this summer could be summed up “no longer knowing which way to go” + “baffled but employed” … But I am still awaiting the flow within the tension of all that. ;)

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Week 31 // the {un}known

Week 31 spiralEmotions erupt to remind us we are alive, that we are human. And to let us know we are growing. Trust yourself enough to feel what you feel. -Iyanla Vanzant

Emotions have grown wild in my proverbial gardens this summer. Nothing was what it seemed {hoped}; plans made, then incomplete … at least from my perspective.

But my perspective is ever-evolving. I am embracing un-reasonable …

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Begin here. {the practice of solitude}

Leaves of Grass

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I think you are latent with unseen existences—you are so dear to me.
Walt Whitman (1819–1892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900.
Song of the Open Road

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