A spider’s web across the path spans the space from here to there:
the bridge across the River, the yarn I knot with my needles,
the trail of crumbs leading out of the woods, the pathway between us.
(Trying my hand at a Korean Sijo this morning. http://www.ahapoetry.com/sijo.htm)
1. Thursday’s chapel speaker: mindful meditation. Powerful.
2. Soba noodles and fall veggies stirred up in the cast iron wok. That man is a mighty fine cook.
3. Bridges. Webs. Labyrinth pathways. Strands of yarn being knitted or knotted or crocheted or woven. Narrative threads.
4. Quiet spaces.
5. Sleep and coffee.
May we walk in Beauty!