...given this day our daily green (and right grateful for it). While gathering these, I noticed sweet potato vines were wilting. About time to turn out the Beauregards.

It is a long reach to mourn a misspent  past or to fret a diminishing future while surrounded by such a full and generous Now. The gift is all the more mysterious for being beyond all my deserving, and sobering when I realize that for many better souls than I, now is a troublesome and hurtful moment of want and suffering and oppression.

I don't know what to do in the face of such horrendous inequity except to offer my own small peace into the world to serve as way opens.

Henry's books.


  1. Beautifully said, Henry, and worth thinking about every day.


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