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Happy 80th Birthday to Wendell Berry!
Many thanks for the many years of inspiration.


“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long, 
but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch, 
very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, 
and learn to be at home.”

~ from The Unforeseen Wilderness: Kentucky’s Red River Gorge by Wendell Berry



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Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air
              In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
              In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind;
              Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
              With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
              Tell where I lie.

~ Solitude by Alexander Pope