A New Earth

O.K. This whole blogging thing is quite addicting. I've been surfing for awhile now and there are so many cute blogs out there. I am not very computer literate so I think I'll just write for a few minutes until I can set aside some time to do some cute things on our blog. It's a little late and I can't sleep. I told Joi I was going to bed at 8:30. (yeah, right)
I am taking the New Earth class online and it has been awesome. Last night Oprah shared a poem with everyone. It's called Lost by David Wagoner.

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.

This year I vowed to spend as much time as I can outside, enjoying all that Mother Nature has to offer.