POEMS: “Blessing” by John O’Donohue

“Blessing” On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you…

Spiritual Excerpt from “The Gift of Gravity” by Wendell Berry

“The Gift of Gravity” All that passes descends, and ascends again unseen into the light: the river coming down from sky to hills, from hills to sea, and carving as it moves, to rise invisible, gathered to light, to return again. “The river’s injury is its shape.” I’ve learned no more. We are what we…