This is all about what I’ve been up to since the beginning of September. It is best explained in poetry. Nature holds a special place, if we will go out there and be with Her. And the never ending beauty, even in November. That is Her language.
Last week reading Richard Rohr’s book The Divine Dance with a small group of lovely people with whom I am studying the book, we stumbled upon a few powerful lines from Theodore Roethke’s poem “The Rose.” Near the end of his poem in nine short lines Roethke offers a luminous vision of what it might mean to be truly human:
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