I go about pitying myself
While I am carried by
Across the Sky
There have been a lot of versions of this short poem around, slightly paraphrased. It is one of those ubiquitous sayings that you see in new age bookstores and I have actually seen it attributed to all sorts of different sources. I honestly wonder if it is really a Chippewa song. This version is from a book of poetry, a collection of writings about the natural world. I don’t really care where it originates. And hopefully it doesn’t suffer from over use. I just rather like it.
(Mount Baker area, just off the side of the road.)
My teacher also says, with a certain frequency, that the Buddhas and Ancestors are always present in the world, helping all beings. And there is nothing that we can do about that.
I rather like to hear that too.
Grant and I are off to spend a bit of time out in the woods, I have my travel knitting packed. (Socks, lots of sock knitting. The holidays are coming and there are some in my acquaintance that appreciate the hand knit socks. That makes it very easy to knit for them.)