From my tracking page… Emmylou has picked up on my habit (a consecrated habit, to use the Merleau-Ponty phrasing), and I walked out into the backyard on Sunday to find her reading aloud with the Black Walnut, as I often do during the week.
The tree has begun dropping its heavy fruit, and the air smells faintly sharp as the husks split open on the ground. I noticed how she read with complete absorption, as if she and the tree were both listening together as two kinds of stillness sharing the same breath. It felt like a reminder that reading and resting under a tree are both forms of attention, both ways of being in relationship with a world that holds and teaches us quietly.
As a dad, I was moved to a quick tear.