we have come our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
"The Real Work" by Wendell Berry
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I'm reading Wendell Berry's Fidelity, and am deeply enamored with his writing and characters. His loving depiction of the woods and waterways wove through my dreams last night. The loyalty of his characters and their commitment to each other and the land stayed with me through my day.
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