I am scurrying this morning to get out of the house and hopefully see the whales as they pass by. What a treat knowing they are nearby.
Jane and Jim came home to find a dazed hummingbird on their step. They tried sugar-water in a bowl, but the bird couldn't figure out what to do, so Jim placed a tiny white sage flower by the bird, and it took three sips, and flapped, hopped and flew away.
May each of our days be full of sips of nourishment from sage.
All things consist of carrying to term and then giving birth. To allow the completion of every impression, every germ of a feeling deep within, in darkness, beyond words, in the realm of instinct unattainable by logic, to await humbly and patiently the hour of the descent of a new clarity: that alone is to live one’s art, in the realm of understanding as in that of creativity.
Rainer Maria Rilke, in Letters to a Young Poet (letter 3)
