I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately.
Harried.
Fractured.
Busy.
(Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.)
But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now.
I disappeared into a hole in the trees — freckled dark shade and lush underbrush. I felt alive and at peace, and when I came out, I walked home and rustled through the bookshelves until I found this little gem by Mr. Cummings (or cummings, if you like) …
It’s a poem, but today I’m saying it like a prayer… For me and for you:
e.e. cummings
May we stay hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple, always. ❤
msktb 