Sunday, February 24, 2013

Promise of things to come

Spring blossoms Lake Tomahawk, 2012


It may be that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.  Wendell Berry. Collected Poems

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