“You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.”
― Saint Bernard of Clairvaux
FIELD NOTES #26
I feel as if I’ve emerged from a dark tunnel,
all too aware of the brightness of the sun,
eyes half-closed gingerly inching my way forward,
cautious and uncertain, yet confident all the same.
In time, I know my eyes will adjust to the light,
will learn again to take in the full-throated call of morning,
but for now I inch forward, grateful the long night is past,
walking upright in the cool of the day.
𑁍𑁍𑁍
Isn't it ironic that the
things that complete us
also leave us feeling empty.
Better off for having had them,
worse off when they're gone.
We cling too tightly to stones
made for skipping—all our light
trapped, caught between our
calloused palms.