Today I share a poem by William Stafford:
Sometimes you look at an empty valley like this,
and suddenly the air is filled with snow.
That is the way the whole world happened--
there was nothing, and then . . .
But maybe some time you will look out and even
the mountains are gone, the world become nothing again.
What can a person do to help bring back the world?
We have to watch it and then look at each other.
Together we hold it close and carefully save it,
like a bubble that can disappear if we don't watch out.
Please think about this as you go on.
Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it.
When mornings and evenings roll along, watch how they open and close, how they invite you to the long party that your life is.
With great love,