Old Friend

Good afternoon sisters and brothers;

Early this morning I took Ranger out for a walk across the recently harvested soybean field to visit our old friend the oak tree. It had been a while since our last visit. Its size and majesty never ceases to amaze me. It always leaves me breathless. The earth has circled the sun nearly 400 times since our old friend was a wee sapling. It is humbling to stand in its shadow. Ranger had never been to this sacred spot, and he stood transfixed, acknowledging the moment. We walked up to its base and stared upwards through its gnarled branches, extended heavenward as though in prayer. 

I would like to share a poem by Robert Frost called 

The Sound of Trees 

I wonder about the trees

Why do we wish to bear

The noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day 

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grow wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when i watch tress sway,

From the window or the door, 

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on .

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone. 

Robert Frost. 

And now a traditional Irish blessing

May the road rise up to meet you. May the

wind be always at your back. May the sun 

shine warm upon your face, the rains fall

soft upon your fields, and until we meet

again, may God hold you in the palm of 

his hand. 

Que Diosito me los bendiga eternamente

Paz 

I love you 

John 

God bless our little reflection group.