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Nine Verses of the Same Song
The ear finely attuned/ to the extravagant music/ of yellow pears ripening in the scrolled light/ of orchards as if the world/ were perfect/ hears the cicada burst its shell
From Wendell Berry’s “Nine Verses of the Same Song“
This time of year has particular music: hot days, short nights, bees, lawnmowers, crickets, frogs, children, stars, thunderstorms, and rivers.
I suppose seasons — life’s seasons — are music. Verses of the same song. Of rest and rhythm. Of ebb and flow. Of falling apart and coming together. Of beginner’s mind and wisdom. Of perfect timing and unanswered prayers. As Ram Dass explains, of walking each other home. Indistinguishable from a distance and unmistakable up close.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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