Cambria
In a Cambria fog and dreamland. I feel misplaced here- but more than grateful for the feeling that I’ve left Earth.
When I twisted downstairs to make the coffee I found a little deer friend from the kitchen window. He was spying in on me- big ears on my inside movements. We stood still listened, watched each other, looked for the smallest queues.
We are going on a run through the ranch and along the coastline in a few hours and I can’t help but think it will be the perfect medicine for a residue of rush and worry left splashed and soaked into me from life back in the real world.
I read some of the most potent L’Engle quotes lately. I felt compelled to share a couple with you:
“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes…”
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“I endeavor
To hold the I as one only for the cloud
Of which I am a fragment, yet to which I’m vowed
To be responsible. Its light against my face
Reveals the witness of the stars, each in its place
Singing, each compassed by the rest,
The many joined to one, the mightiest to the least.
It is so great a thing to be an infinitesimal part
of this immeasurable orchestra the music bursts the heart,
And from this tiny plosion all the fragments join:
Joy orders the disunity until the song is one.”