Fresh sight from the quiet edge

Following yesterday’s post, What does this time ask of me? I recalled a phrase I was drawn to a while ago: fresh sight from the quiet edge.

So I carried it with me while walking across the hillside after feeding the alpacas. Expecting to see something…


At the quiet edge,
away from the noise,
what do we see?
And in the silence
where stillness reigns,
what do we hear?
What shapes our attention
when boundaries fade
and we feel our way forward?

These days ask a
different posture of us:
to find the quiet edge
in order to hear,  
and lean into the unknowing,
in order to see.
For this is the brave space
where we hear the whisper
of who we’re called to be.

Pause. See. Re-story.

This week

Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised to end the week in paradox, as it’s where we started! And so much has been shaken in between.