is the culprit. Because I urgged out of house this morning and found a chair in the library magazine room and, though I’d planned to research Parents and Parenting, pulled a beauteous-covered magazine from the shelf first and read articles by the powerful, the assumed correct, the there’s only one side to this story for anyone half-brained, and I wasn’t coloring inside the lines of their doctrine. But then on page 45 I read him, dear Wendell, friend of powers that be, who’d formed his latest exquisite, folksy lines about ants. How they tussled with his toes. I love the way he walks in wisdom around insects and cares and is his own person on the earth.
So I studied parenting magazines and came home and found an excerpt to share. A reminder a poet’s got to say what makes sense for the particular day and page:
To be sane in a mad time
is bad for the brain, worse
for the heart. The world
is a holy vision, had we clarity
to see it – a clarity that men
depend on men to make.
~Wendell Berry, from The Mad Farmer Manifesto,
The First Amendment