“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness….”
[William Wordsworth]

Kent Nerburn in Small Graces captures a moment of recognition for us to consider.
“From that shelf of land I could speak in any direction and my voice would come back to me. Even the quietest murmur would bounce off the tight valley hillsides and return as a disembodied whisper. And as my voice returned to me I would hear the joy or the sadness or the supplication that lay underneath the meaning of whatever I had spoken. Isolated from context, and suspended in space, my words became music, and every nuance of intention and meaning was revealed.”

Today I ask that we would all be blessed to hear the returning echoes of our words, enlightenment, guiding us further on our life path.