It’s poetry month and I’m reading ways to celebrate.  One way is to choose a poem and read it outdoors.  I think of what the trees and birds might want to hear today and come to balancing on weaving waves of silence.  I listen to the leaves unfold as the birds draw them outwards with their notes.  

The notes I handle no better than many pianists.  But the pauses between the notes — ah, that is where the art resides.

 – Artur Schnabel 

The only thing we have to bring to community is ourselves, so the contemplative process of recovering our true selves in solitude is never selfish. It is ultimately the best gift we can give to others.

– Parker Palmer 

It’s spring and flowers sing!!

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