March 7, 2023
Tomorrow I head to Ireland. To be with my tribe. To be with the land. To be with the trees. There, as here at MossTerra, the trees hold such deeply rooted wisdom for us and these times. I travel with the inspiration of Mary Oliver’s The Country of Trees.
Some will endure past the counting of years.
And none will ever speak a single word of complaint,
as though language, after all,
did not work well enough, was only an early stage.
Neither do they ever have any questions to the gods–
which one is the real one, and what is the plan.
As though they have been told everything already,
and are content.
Indeed. We have already been told everything. May we be content.