I felt myself a steady, fixed point on the earth round which a whirling gathered and spun a center. Then it was that I seemed to be no one, to belong to no one, and suddenly beholding the russet light of the turning sumach tree in the pasture, I thought,
I am leaf and I am wind and I am light. Something in the world likes faces and leaves and rivers and woods and wind together and makes of them a string of medallions with all our faces on them, worn forever round our necks, kin.
~ from THE HOUSE OF BREATH by William Goyen
Children of the Earth
For child and parent, grandparent or mentor
Date:
May 8-9, 2015 Mother's Day Weekend
Time:
Friday evening supper through Saturday supper
Location:
Rolling Ridge Study Retreat
Save the date. More information to come.
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