Wendell Berry, Pinot and a Cigar...

"I have been walking in the woods and have laid down to rest. It is the middle of October, and around me, all through the woods, the leaves are quietly sifting down. The newly fallen leaves make a dry, comfortable bed, an I lie easy, coming to rest within myself as I seem to do nowadays only when I am in the woods.
And now a leaf, spiraling down in wild flight, lands on my shirt at about the third button below the collar. At first I am bemused and mystified by the coincidence - that the leave should have been so hung, weighted and shaped, so ready to fall, so nudged loose and slanted by the breeze as to fall where I, by the same delicacy of circumstance, happened to be lying. The event, among all its ramifying causes and considerations and finally in its mysteries, begins to take on the magnitude of history. Portent begins to dwell in it.
And suddenly I apprehend in it the dark proposal of the ground. Under the fallen leaf my breastbone burns with imminent decay. Other leaves fall,. my body begins its long shudder into humus. I feel my substance escape me, carried into the mold by the beetles and worms. Days, winds, seasons pass over me as I sink under the leaves. For a time only sight is left me, a passing awareness of the sky overhead, birds crossing the mazed interreaching of the tree tops, the leaves falling - and then that, too, sinks away. It is acceptable to me; and I am at peace.
When I move to go, it is as though I rise up out of the world.... "
Wendell Berry, "art of the commonplace"

"This peace is just partly in being free of the suspicion that pursued me for most of my life, no matter were I was, that there was perhaps another place I should be, or would be happier or better in; it is partly in the increasingly articulate consciousness of being here, and of the significance and importance of being here... "
Wendell Berry, "art of the commonplace"


there is more to say... but I shall leave that to another post..
enjoy.