Buddha and the Orchid

"For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free." From Wendell Berry's "The Peace of Wild Things".  In my garden I sweat, muscles aching from the endless weeding and digging.  Sometimes I remember to just sit and and be with the beauty of it --  the sweet perfume of a trumpet flower,  the  vibrant pink of an orchid. The grace of the natural world is an anchor of peace - a refuge from pandemic politics and the greed, hatred and delusion of tyrants.  Covid is ebbing,  a war in Ukraine is beginning.  This is my first post and I'm thick into preparing for a 3 month trip in Italy.  My intention is to make blipping a daily habit that I will take along on my Italian Journey.