After Thirty Years

After Thirty Years David Budbill Thirty years in one place. Thirty vegetable gardens in the same soil. Thirty woodsheds filled and emptied. Thirty years through the woods and mountains on the same trails. This is an age of frantic travel and people think I am a fool for never going anywhere. It's okay. I don't care. In another time I would have been a sage for doing what I haven't done. Source: Moment to Moment Add your thoughts at inward/outward This message is a daily service of inward/outward. Was this message forwarded to you? Click here to sign up. No longer interested in receiving these readings? Click here to unsubscribe. Having trouble unsubscribing? Email Church of the Saviour Office: churchofthesaviour.office@gmail.com