A snippet from OtR's latest newsletter:
Woke up this morning on the farm, on the blurry edge of the world, mist rising off the fields, the embryo of a new day breaking open, pink and lavender spreading like a hopeful rumor in the east. A glowing crescent was clinging to the edge of the still-high moon like a spooning lover. A patient hawk sat silent in the dead elm, the goldfinches waking up, the first hummingbirds arriving at Karin’s feeders, thrumming the invisible harp of the world with their wings.
The morning smelled like a freshly opened bottle of wine – leaves, earth, the damp woods, berries, grass.
There is still more than enough beauty in one morning alone on earth to break a heart wide open.
-- Linford Detweiler
...mine's cracked; how about yours?
