So now, awake, I just had a snack and
ended with a half-slice of good bread, loaded with butter.
I’m mentioning this as I wipe my hand on my pj top! Ah, this top
carries a memory or two of other snacks, before it hits the laundry.
Such an irreverent beginning for this really wonderful poem I share
with you today:
“Doesn’t the world demand
Doesn’t it insist on it?
And why not? Look
At the leaves,
Look at the weeds.
Look at the least blade
Of grass in the breeze.
None of them begs off
Or offers excuses.
None of them refuses.”
………GREGORY ORR. From his book of 124 pages
of his story of the “River Inside the River”.
With such simplicity we can quietly find our way.
always with love,