And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home.
Wendell Berry (1934 -)
I wasn’t concerned that God would loose track of us because we were moving. I knew he would be waiting for us when we arrived at “The Cottage for Two.” What I didn’t expect was @Wendell Berry waiting for me as well. A Kentuckian, whose families farmed in Henry County, KY. for five generations, I knew him first as a poet. He too had earned a B.A. from The University of Kentucky going on to lead a life of letters. Berry’s first novel, Nathan Coulter, was published in April 1960, my UK years -1956-59, graduating later. Barry came into my life when I wrote poetry for a time and was even president of the Ky. Poetry Society. Barry also knew the monk Thomas Merton, another prominent character in my story. I came across the familiar quote I have included here when reading another blog; it was one of those ‘meant to be’ moments.
You have to agree that arriving at the ground at our feet and being home often takes a life time to accomplish. The less familiar lines of Berry’s quote are just as important. It seemed like his welcoming gift to me. I am grateful that Berry has not forgotten me and wanted me to know…
“It is a journey we can make only by the acceptance of mystery and of mystification – by yielding to the condition that what we have expected is not there.” A reminder that I must try not to impose expectations on this new home, but wait and see what is in store.