A poem for you
The Wild Rose
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,
and once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
– Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
A song for you
Reading
Blood Meridian
- Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
Motivation
Keeping my lifelong belay parter off the ground.