This is the time to be slow

The miseducation of....

A Photo
Solitary tree in Limestone Country

A Muse
Today a sabbath poem for the age of Corona

This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.


Try, as best you can, not to let 
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light. 


If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet 
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning. 

JOHN O'DONOHUE 
Excerpt from his book, To Bless the Space Between Us 

A Tune
Corona Tune (a tune for all times tbh)
The drugs don't work - The Verve