Wendell Berry Palm

Obsessed with palms in my sketchbook these days;
I’ve always doodled them but I am working on bamboo furniture,
which is palm-ish and so, more palms.

This quote caught me, from where I don’t know, and dashed it on a post-it.

Then I had to find it… Bill Moyers.  The pages go together in my sketchbook.

“It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old, for hope must not depend on feeling good and there’s the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight. You also have withdrawn belief in the present reality of the future, which surely will surprise us, and hope is harder when it cannot come by prediction anymore than by wishing. But stop dithering. The young ask the old to hope. What will you tell them? Tell them at least what you say to yourself. Because we have not made our lives to fit our places, the forests are ruined, the fields eroded, the streams polluted, the mountains overturned. Hope then to belong to your place by your own knowledge of what it is that no other place is, and by your caring for it, as you care for no other place… This knowledge cannot be taken from you by power or by wealth. It will stop your ears to the powerful when they ask for your faith, and to the wealthy when they ask for your land and your work. … Be still and listen to the voices that belong to the stream banks and the trees and the open fields. … Find your hope, then, on the ground under your feet. Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground underfoot…. The world is no better than its places. Its places at last are no better than their people while their people continue in them. When the people make dark the light within them, the world darkens.”

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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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18 Responses to Wendell Berry Palm

  1. love his words on hope – and I fit into that older age range…

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  2. Thank you for this blog

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  3. Susan Art says:

    So powerful! And isn’t his voice wonderful??? We call your little palm a palmetto and yours is perfect!

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  4. Fran Gracieotripp says:

    Love that palm tree sketch

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  5. Love the palm and the words of hope.

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  6. very touching . Beautiful palm.

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  7. John R says:

    Wonderful post, and very true.

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  8. Christine says:

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece!

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