Sublime

This body lasts about as long as a bubble may as well let it go things don’t often go as we wish who can step back doesn’t worry we blossom and fade like flowers we gather and part like clouds I stopped thinking about the world a long time ago relaxing all day in a teetering hut

Soon the pack will be gone, too – north, after the caribou – the centre will close for winter, and she is flying home to England. Her first visit in six years.

Stonehouse’s Four Mountain Postures go: “Walking in the mountains / unconsciously trudging along / grab a vine / climb another ridge. Standing in the mountains / how many dawns become dusk / plant a pine / a tree of growing shade. Sitting in the mountains / zig-zag yellow leaves fall / nobody comes / close the door and make a big fire. Lying in the

L’hiver, Muir écrit ses articles, tout en trouvant qu’il n’est pas très honorable de transformer en vil papier journal l’or de Dieu qu’il contemple pendant l’été. Il n’aime pas les rues, stériles et nues, mesquines, il se demande comment les passants peuvent encore croire à l’amour divin et à l’immortalité de l’âme en pataugeant dans la boue et en

Once the house is fully prepared for winter, I can look forward to the time of Samhain; I know that I can sit back and begin to dream of new plans for the coming year.

Here is another truth about wintering: you’ll find wisdom in your winter, and once it’s over, it’s your responsibility to pass it on. And in return, it’s our responsibility to listen to those who have wintered before us. It’s an exchange of gifts in which nobody loses out.