To gaze on a landscape is to see the immense patience kneaded into its ongoing shaping and formation. Nothing is rushed, no forced deadlines, only an interminable working. My little impatiences always gain enormous perspective in such a gaze, and something in me retreats into rest and peace.
There are certain spaces into which light cannot shine. These spaces are reserved for the dark only. To force light into them is destructive. Dark interiors are where most growth begins. We all started in the dark.
Standing in our garden yesterday I was bowled over by this sunset.