From the journal…

8:07 AM On a bench in the Public Gardens, having a late breakfast of an oatcake and coffee.  Both are welcome, and so too the sun.  I love how the morning dew tips each blade of grass with a single prismatic orb…and how it feels like everything, every.thing, has turned its being front on toward the fresh morning light.  I have a sense here of being a part of some larger organism, some larger, organic, breathing… that is a system of beings in harmony…not a single note, but many, finding relation with each other and together creating or allowing for a More, for something Greater Than, that is at once grounding and freeing…. 

Thank you for this time and for this place; for birdsong and morning dew; for pen, for pages, for word and wonder and sighs too deep for words.

…that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,
Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on,—
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

—William Wordsworth,

from Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey