Sophia Bonnie Wodin

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover. - Wendell Berry -   At the beginning of many of the trainings I offer, I ask some version of the question:  What do you bring?   I hope to get answers like: a questioning mind; an open heart; an adventurous spirit; resilience; my yearning inner child; my questing young adult; and the like. I ask because I am interested in how we recognize ourselves as resources. Through our days and years we have gathered vast and diverse experience. All too frequently we don ’ t recognize the value that these experiences offer. And we forget to honour them. Yet we are resources and the best resource for our own lives.   The responses I get are frequently something along the lines of: I am a teacher/parent/office worker/student, etc. You get the picture. We are used to responding with one or more of the roles that we carry in our lives rather

Sometimes our lives are pretty. Other times they bring us to our knees. It is in how we rise, get our feet back under us that opens the portal to Beauty. The outcome is never known as we travel our path. But we walk and keep on walking. In the end there’s not much else to do. Walking tall is Beauty.