Be still and meet that soft, terrifying place in your heart.
“I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet around me
like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places where I left them
asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings and I hear its song.”
-Wendell Berry
Be still and meet that soft, terrifying place in your heart.
Let the fear subside, and listen to the song that arises.
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