The light doesn’t return immediately.  There is a pause.

This is my day to slip into quiet, and honor the words and advice of Wendell Berry.

“I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.” 

Circles on Water. 

Yesterday afternoon as I returned home, traffic was stopped. It took an hour to drive less than a mile.  For some reason, I perceived it as a gift.  I rolled the car window down, well, pushed a button actually, looked out at the marsh and listened to Holiday Songs.

As we honor this time of year in whatever way speaks to us, we also prepare for a new one.  Intention sets a place of honoring the connections we share, the communities of which we are a part, and which are part of us. My intention is to more clearly see and honor the moments as gifts. 

Living, blood flows, circulates, connects, and the breath comes in, nudges and explores, and moves out, changed, like circles on water.  Our presence gives weight to the stones.