Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
A spell of wet weather has dried up here and we are all out in the garden as much as we can be, pruning, clearing, preparing and getting very excited about digging our new vegetable patches. Spring is a time of new beginnings, awakenings and promise and there's no where better than the garden to see how richly the inner work of winter pays off with the awakening hand of the warm sun. I hope you are all enjoying it too.
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