"Suppose we did our work / like the snow, quietly,quietly, / leaving nothing out." Wendell Berry
These days not many of us are feeling very bountiful. Our capabilities to artificially control bounty of every description, has caused a lot of complications in the many worlds we have created as well as the real world we live on.
Christmas is a celebration of the never ending source of love, a richness of plenty beyond any we have ever known. When times are hard and we are frightened by what we lack, perhaps it would be helpful to remember the unselfish abundance of this beautiful, beautiful world and let ourselves be taken in by the love which created it.
I know that I have life
only insofar as I have love.
I have no love
except it comes from Thee.
Help me,please, to carry
this candle against the wind.
Wendell Berry, Leavings




