Thank you Adam! Always so much to take in and ponder. David’s comment about complaining being our national past time hit home. It’s easy to complain, far more challenging to get off the treadmill and live a life aligned with my soul’s desires and deep values. I have so very very far to go towards cultivating a life of generosity and virtue; thankfully your writings are helping to encourage and guide the way.
I could feel the honesty in that comment pinning us all to the wall. Actually I tried to quit complaining all together about a decade ago, and it remains a daily practice. There's no past tense about it yet.
Bam! Got a lot out of this Adam. Thank you. Glad the feasting went well and hope you get some more good sleeps in. This line is going to stay with me and bounce around my brain for a while: "You would walk away with a full belly and the feeling that you’d done your part, hands passing back and forth against one another in a sign of completion. "
What a pleasure to read this simple feast of words this morning as I listened to bird song here and watched the light grow from my front porch. Your beautiful description and linked sample of the Hermit Thrush took me right back to a solo camping week I had in the woods near Lake Michigan. I was surrounded with that fluid music each morning and evening.
I come from a long line of shepherds in Appalachian Pennsylvania. My father chose a different life, but my aunt made a go, and my cousin (her daughter) also had a flock for many years, until some recent hardship led her to relinquish them into the fold of another flock to be tended.
Thank you for the blessing of your humanity, and your soulful words, Adam.
Dearest Adam, I heard you speak that little confession of sleepless anxiety after the recent Feast during Friday’s call, and found it poignant. And as I encounter it again here it made me laugh out loud! Really! The absurdity of it all. Your needless anxiety about shepherding us back to the way things should be done.
Dying just can't be the worst thing. Never truly living sounds a whole lot worse to me. Or living in defiance of Life. I'm glad you got a laugh, Kathryn. It's so important to catch sight of the absurdity of modernity every once in a while, even if it can't last long enough to break the spell for good.
Eloquent words, Adam. They speak directly to the heart of one who has tended gardens, farms, and now a croft, all through this longer each day life. Thank you for your posts, I always find succor in them...
This was a breathtaking piece of writing. Thank you so much for writing it. It really spoke to me.
Echo that. Wow. Wow, wow.
I had you in heart and mind as I wrote these stories, Graham. I'm glad they found you.
Thank you, Sam. Thank you.
Thank you Adam! Always so much to take in and ponder. David’s comment about complaining being our national past time hit home. It’s easy to complain, far more challenging to get off the treadmill and live a life aligned with my soul’s desires and deep values. I have so very very far to go towards cultivating a life of generosity and virtue; thankfully your writings are helping to encourage and guide the way.
I could feel the honesty in that comment pinning us all to the wall. Actually I tried to quit complaining all together about a decade ago, and it remains a daily practice. There's no past tense about it yet.
Bam! Got a lot out of this Adam. Thank you. Glad the feasting went well and hope you get some more good sleeps in. This line is going to stay with me and bounce around my brain for a while: "You would walk away with a full belly and the feeling that you’d done your part, hands passing back and forth against one another in a sign of completion. "
Bam! I'm smiling over here, Leon. Blessings to you and yours, animals and plants all.
What a pleasure to read this simple feast of words this morning as I listened to bird song here and watched the light grow from my front porch. Your beautiful description and linked sample of the Hermit Thrush took me right back to a solo camping week I had in the woods near Lake Michigan. I was surrounded with that fluid music each morning and evening.
I come from a long line of shepherds in Appalachian Pennsylvania. My father chose a different life, but my aunt made a go, and my cousin (her daughter) also had a flock for many years, until some recent hardship led her to relinquish them into the fold of another flock to be tended.
Thank you for the blessing of your humanity, and your soulful words, Adam.
"Fluid music." Beautiful and apt. Hermit's cousin Veery is a bit more scarce in these woods, but when I hear him it's a real treat.
Dearest Adam, I heard you speak that little confession of sleepless anxiety after the recent Feast during Friday’s call, and found it poignant. And as I encounter it again here it made me laugh out loud! Really! The absurdity of it all. Your needless anxiety about shepherding us back to the way things should be done.
Every little thing’s gonna be alright.
Dying just can't be the worst thing. Never truly living sounds a whole lot worse to me. Or living in defiance of Life. I'm glad you got a laugh, Kathryn. It's so important to catch sight of the absurdity of modernity every once in a while, even if it can't last long enough to break the spell for good.
Eloquent words, Adam. They speak directly to the heart of one who has tended gardens, farms, and now a croft, all through this longer each day life. Thank you for your posts, I always find succor in them...
Thank you for this note. I had to look up "croft," and I am always glad to learn English more deeply. Thank you for that invitation.
Pure Legend mate!