There are places...


There are places, quiet and slow, close to the ground, within sound of flowing water, where lives goes on as they should, unperturbed by the flailings and failings of our disastrous species.

There are places, never far, where we might yet be found by the wisdom of solitude, the peace of stillness, the refuge of silence, the joy of small glories.

Perhaps in these present days, liberated from our busy-ness, we might have a moment to reacquaint with the familiar miracles of our lives.

Stay well, friends. Don't forget to wash your hands. So far as you are able, walk upwind of the herd.

Henry's books.

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