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QUINTESSENCE

Thresholds

Shadow, Ancient Greek Amphitheater, Licata, Sicily

BOTH WORLDS

Forever busy, it seems,
with words,
finally
I put the pen down

and crumple
most of the sheets
and leave one or two,
sometimes a few,

for the next morning.
Day after day -
year after year -
it has gone on this way,

I rise from the chair,
I put on my jacket
and leave the house
for that other world -

the first one,
the holy one -
where the trees say
nothing the toad says

nothing the dirt
says nothing and yet
what has always happened
keeps happening:

the trees flourish,
the toad leaps,
and out of the silent dirt
the blood-red roses rise.

- Mary Oliver

This is a beautiful time of year. Even if you stand, as many do, on the threshold of crisis, unsure of your next step, may you find comfort as I have found comfort in Mary Oliver's words..."out of the silent dirt the blood-red roses rise." Take a moment. Leave your work, set aside worry, abandon ambition, step gratefully into the world. We exist at the threshold of possibility.
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