Coming Home

I've been holding off writing this blog for months now. Even now I don't know what to say. I want to say something but I don't know yet if I can or if when I do it will be enough.

For now I want to share this poem by Wendell Berry:

We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see

Ahead, but looking back the very light

That blinded us shows us the way we came,

Along which blessings now appear, risen

As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,

By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward

That blessed light that yet to us is dark.