I have lots of thoughts. But they are scattered. Fragments and pieces of the summer in a messy bundle.
I'm thankful for some unexpected pockets of space this summer created. And I'm thankful for time to keep refining what I want to do with my work and the directions I want to go.
I'm thankful for the encouragement people have sent my way to keep pressing on. I'm thankful for the often small and ordinary moments that make this journey lighter.
And perhaps the summer can best be summed up in this poem by Wendell Berry.
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry