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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

In winter...

In winter, we get a chance to pause, catch our breath, focus. We see that we need not do everything others expect us to do. We need not go all the places other people urge us to go. Winter weather gives us excuse to ignore all directives not truly our own.

The snow falls and our souls are filled with silences and stillnesses that our otherwise frantic busy-ness would not allow. Winter teaches us in her own quiet way that less can be more, that time can be full without constant activity, that we must learn to simply be before we can know what we should do.

Our lives unfold in seasons just as does the earth's. Freedom is born out of belonging to our place and moment in the ever-flowing river of time. To be fully, with a whole heart, without distraction, what we truly are right now is the greatest glory we can achieve.

Henry's books.


  1. Love this, what am I saying, I love everything you write!!


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