In Praise of Air by John O'Donohue Let us bless the air, Benefactor of breath,…
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness, One of the doors
into the temple.
~ Mary Oliver
Visit Classes for offerings that bring our practices into nature and in alignment with the season.