Home Again
Many days away
in the city
conferencing,
teaching.
Good days,
in community
teaching about creation,
living lighter.
I return gladly
to the farm,
the prairie,
to rainy night,
cool day.
It is quiet.
At first light
I hear the birds,
and then, all day.
Breeze rings the wind chime
and dries traveling clothes
hanging on the porch now.
I settle in to the quiet again
and realize
that even if no one ever benefits
from my teaching,
being here in the quiet
on the prairie,
consciously aware of life in the natural world,
is good and necessary work.
For we are all connected
and so my being in nature -
hearing the rain
feeling the breeze
feeding the hummingbird
shoveling paca poo
loving the dog
watching the sun and sky
marveling at the delicacy and brightness of orange flowers -
helps us all
be aware,
even if at an unconscious level,
of the sun, the birds, the sky, the flowers, the air, the four-leggeds.
It’s something I hadn’t realized before now.
Living more consciously of the natural world
has become a way of life.
And holding that
for all
has become valued work.
