[from the poem “Lost”, by David Wagoner]

“Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.”

I want to become more able to know the present. To dig my toes into the soil of right here, right now. It is all too easy to just float through the day. I have been fighting a lifelong battle with “going through the motions.”

And it’s me on both sides of the battlefront.