Tuesday, 1 May 2007
A swift above the garden, one seen last night a mile or so away. Garden warblers and blackcaps in constant song. Do they do nothing else? Will they help build a nest? The St. John's flies are out and about in the dark dangling flight, and may-bugs have hurled their whirring bodies at the window in the night.
In whatsoever condition I find myself therewith to be content. Philippians 4:11
art thou in the darkness? mind it not, for if thou dost it will fill thee more, but stand still and act not, and wait in patience till light arrises out of darkness to lead thee.
from Quaker Faith & Practice 21.65
(I like that the light comes out of the darkness and the darkness is a place to be still in)