The question we ask ourselves

The cold start here these last few mornings prompt this quote: We are called to bloom where we are planted, even if we would rather be elsewhere.

The approach of a man’s life out of the past is history, and the approach of time out of the future is mystery. Their meeting is the present, and it is consciousness, the only time life is alive.

The endless wonder of this meeting is what causes the mind, in its inward liberty of a frozen morning, to turn back and question and remember:

The world is full of places.

Why is it that I am here? 

Wendell Berry, The Long-Legged House

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