"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
"Our Real Work"
26 November 2025: Just came across this Wendell Berry poem and somehow it fits the moment, especially after another day filled with not knowing what to do or which way to go.
Poetry continues to show up for me, blessing after blessing...
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