Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 


June 15, 2017


There's a song, Edges, by Lucy Kaplansky, that my best friend in college played for me when absolutely everything seemed like an edge, with no handhold in sight. 


That was a long time ago. But once in awhile, one of the lyrics floats back to me, about amulets and wishing.

I know when that reminder arrives to pay attention.


Everything I need is in front of me, waiting for assembly. 











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