Every moment, each time we say hello to the present, to here, to now, to this… there are things we would rather not have to face. And yet by turning to what is before us, there is much to learn. And so I turn to the wisdom of a poem 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.
In the Shelter, Padraig O Tauma