I, personally, think his work is very contemporary, but it also stirs a sense of something rather “old” in me. Be it France at the turn of the century, or the Renaissance, his work embodies something deep and rich that resonates historic works, while still being every bit modern.
I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mug of steaming coffee, watching a snowstorm move across the mountains. A profound silence fills me with peace and I am so very grateful for this life I have chosen.
The day dawned gentle and bright here in Truchas and it was basically a typical morning except that I have a confession to make…
… clothespins on a clothesline lit by the sun… the joy of feeding birds outside a window… giving an animal a warm home he can count on… the gentle quiet of a morning, a good book and a cup of coffee….
It is silent beyond words. A raven flies above me and I HEAR its wings cutting through the sky, bringing an immediate and private smile to my lips.
This poem, sent to me by a reader, offered me its fresh perspective. On the chance you, like me, have not yet put this thought into form, I’m passing the poem on to you.
Joshua Becker, who writes the blog Becoming Minimalist, recently offered a wonderful list of links that are out here on the internet to help us navigate the holidays. I wanted to share them with you so here they are.