A Space to Be, Separate Together Retreat

Flying Low

“Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word.

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must, the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.

Stillness.

One of the doors into the temple.”

― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

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