Thanksgiving

Thank you, Mr. Turkey, for giving your life for us.
For nourishing our family.

Centerpiece for the mouse family Thanksgiving feast tomorrow.

Happy Thanksgiving, Tout le Monde!

Dear Sir

Rilke’s famous words to a 19-year-old poet in 1903:

“I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

At the Dennos

We spent a wonderful morning at the Dennos Museum completely drawn into the work of Cory Trepanier. Amabel said she could sit in front of just one of his paintings for days. I completely agree. The way he captures light on the landscape is breathtaking.

Dark

To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

“The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry,” Counterpoint, 1998: p. 68.

I find myself revisiting this very Novemberish poem. Going dark.