And so we end where we began. I feel in an odd way that this is a funeral of sorts for my 100 day project. Fade out...Sunday day 97 or so. I have had successes and failures. It has been enlightening and humbling. Thank you very much for the opportunity to participate in this social movement. I look forward to spreading out my work and doing some post-production. I also look forward to the next 100 day adventure.
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
into the temple.
-Mary Oliver
