02/09/2026
One of my heroes died on Monday. Wendell Berry was a farmer, poet, novelist and all-time sage. 🧡 During some of my toughest times, especially living in America, his words provided succour and inspiration. 🙏
This morning, while walking the dogs through the Kalahari woodlands, where the trees are in their transitional glory; where the birds are rejoicing at the start of our summer, he and his wise words came to mind again:
‘… And so I go to the woods. As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place. I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces…I am less important than I thought. I rejoice in that.’
Thank you, Wendell Berry. Vale. ✨
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