words on a journey -

I open Francis Mayes book, A Year in the World, to these words by W. S. Merwin:

    ..... we are words on a journey
    not the inscriptions of settled people. 


These words are interesting to me, because I am caught now, balancing on the movement from journeys within to journeys without.  My world is expanding, and yet, I still love to pause and feel the universes within, even as I know they are with me, wherever I go.

The rain has just begun.   What a gift, manna from above.   I feel caught in nectar, like a bee wallowing in a comb of honey.   Moisture beads.  Rosaries ripen in me.