By David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. you must let it find you.
In several hours we are flying to Seattle to visit Daniel, several weeks later than we had planned after all the chaos, but I am so excited to be going! So Tuesday involved a lot of chores and laundry, some food shopping, and lots of attention to the cats.
We watched The Flash's let's-revamp-half-the-cast episode, then we watched the World Series, which is not stressful but also not exciting since I don't really care who wins. From Brookfield Pumpkins last weekend during the Frederick Festival of the Farm: