It is the first day of December. I love December, though the wonders of November were also pure delight. I've settled into a peacefulness I've never known before. Peace Full Ness - I think of a ness/nest filled with peace. We've had rain, real rain, the kind you hear, and right now the trees are holding drops on their branches like crystal balls. The world is born anew.
I am with these words:
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore.