With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
While you’re reading this, snug in your morning rituals, I’m snug on the farm. If you want a view of said farm, go here, or here, or here. There’s more. All you have to do is search “prairie” or “farm” and you’ll find them. There’s probably links to some of them at the bottom of this post.
That’s where I am now. For two whole glorious and quiet days out of the city.
I’m writing, as you read this, no doubt. And that’s what On Writing is about. Finding the place and the silence and the peace (no Internet, cell phone reception spotty, six miles from the nearest paved road).
But if you’ve read the other posts, you already know that. Imagine me in front of a window looking out on that prairie. That’s where I am. Writing.