Sometimes

A year ago today I posted the first message on this blog.  One of the most amazing pieces of advice I gathered during this year was:  Someone out there needs you, live your life so they can find you.  Each one of us is a small candle of wisdom and the blogosphere gives each of us the power to shine our wisdom into the world.  I am truly grateful for the wisdom I've found here and for the opportunity to live my life more fully and more openly.

It feels as if there is a new direction in the making but I don't know what it is so, in honor of this first anniversary, I'll just defer to a master.

Sometimes

Sometimes when a bird cries out,

or the wind sweeps through a tree,

or a dog howls in a far-off farm,

I hold still and listen a long time.

My world turns and goes back to the place

where, a thousand forgotten years ago,

the bird and the blowing wind

were like me, and were my brothers.

My soul turns into a tree,

and an animal, and a cloud bank.

Then changed and odd it came home

and asks me questions. What should I reply?
  
 -- Herman Hesse, Swiss poet and novelist