“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be the love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”— T.S. Eliot

It was a strikingly beautiful day windy, warm, rain coming, we could smell it, and so old the donkeys, they led a slow wark back to the barn.

We sat together in two rocking chairs on the grass, I suggested we meditate for 10 minutes and Mare says sure, and we just watched the animals walk deliberately into the Pole Barn to find shelter.

We sat quietly, the wind was strong and we started to feel raindrops but neither of us wanted to stop. The bell went off after ten minutes, the sky was getting darker.

I saw the chickens huddling under a lilac bush, the wind was so strong they hadn’t done their usual patrolling and pecking.

“Quiet the mind and the soul will speak…” Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati

When the phone alarm went off, we both walked together into the house, silent but holding hands. Sometimes, we both just need to listen to our selves think.

Come look at my vegetable garden, she said. And she showed me some hard beans for cooking soup.

We had a beautiful, lovely and peaceful day. The only place we went to was to the farmer’s market to pick up some bread and granola, and I bought some flowers for Maria.

Tonight, I’m going to finish a remarkable novel, “Room” by Emma Donahue.