I long to watch the woods
from a little covered place, with time to linger for days, months on end like
Annie Dillard, and notice the small changes from moment to moment, to walk a
forest path at leisure, returning time after time to learn what comes with the
arc of the sun, in storm and heat and cold and days with a gentle breeze or
nights with a bright moon. This would work well with a little furniture shop close
by. Nothing fancy. A converted garage maybe. It seems in line with who I was
created to be, if you buy that notion, or just who I am if you don’t. I’ve
chosen the former, which I suppose is at least somewhat self-serving, as it
make this a prayer rather than wishful thinking or idle daydream. If I find
myself there some may choose to believe I’ve pulled myself there by my
bootstraps. That’s their choice but, to me, bootstraps seem a poor thing to put
much faith in.
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