Early morning mist. Stillness. Silence.
Going deep

If we surrendered

Tree and hill

...If we surrendered

to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.

Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.

So like children, we begin again...

to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before he can fly.

— Rainer Maria Rilke (from the poem "How Sure Gravity's Law," published in Rilke’s Book of Hours, translated from the German by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

Tree, hill, and Tilly

Photos: Above, an old tree stands guard at the entrance to a neighbor's field, with Meldon Hill behind (or is it Middle-Earth?)  Below, Tilly in the field - surrendering to the intelligence of the earth...as dogs do so well.