to step back, now and then, from the possible to take rest in the impossible: to stand without trajectory in the God-given weather till the soul's identity begins to come with the weathering: to get off my own laboriously cleared and maintained trails and back onto the pristine hence unmarked path by moving, any old how, toward interior nakedness; toward silence; toward what Buddhists call "emptiness" and the Christians "poverty in spirit"....David James Duncan

Thursday, March 01, 2007

An afternoon to remember...



Three bikes, six people, miles of winding New Hampshire roads...

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"I do not fear poverty, son."

Pape, father to us all, whether we like it or not.
A man filled with wisdom, truth, and dreams of a better way.

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