"If my hands are fully occupied in holding on to something, I can neither give nor receive." - Dorothee Solle
I’ve been wondering through the woods today, and another circle around the grove got me confused enough to sit down and look up hopelessly. I could smell the thirst of pine and the doubt coming from my lack of direction. I blamed the sky for little guidance while I knew my meager navigation skills were to blame, and my loyal following of rare birds in lieu of trail signs, and my odd apathy toward the idea of safety.
How many haircuts does it take to get back on track to something higher, purer, more real?
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Currently listening: Have You Ever by Brandi Carlile
Picture credit: Arcipello