I keep catching glimpses of a new way of being in the world but can\u2019t hold on to the vision. Like a lichen too dry after years of drought to hold onto the rock when the wind comes up. Or like mist that floats through gorges and across mountains and winds up a droplet in the river that cuts the canyon. I search for stasis hoping it\u2019s synonym is peace. But I hold on, fly off, float through, become water that cuts, to nourish the lichen on the rock by the riverside. \u201cTo see this is to be made free\u201d. <\/p>\n
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\n(\u201cThe world is filled, and filled with the Absolute,\u201d Teilhard de Chardin wrote.) \u201cTo see this is to be made free\u201d. – Teilhard de Chardin, Annie Dillard, The Writing Life <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"