I Go Among Trees and Sit Still
I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
Around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle…
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
By Wendell Berry from Sabbaths,
1987, North Point Press
If you have time to stroll today, or just to sit among the trees, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Cloudhands at Uncarved Block
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Ruth at Musings of an Everyday Woman
Tabbie at Tabbie's Garden
Me here at The Quiet Country House