Cease to Speak, Perfectly Understood

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Free your mind and your ass will follow.

~George Clinton

The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood. 

~Rebecca Solnit

 

All great journeys begin in exhaustion. Birth. Death. This. I am exhausted – in part because I did not sleep well last night on a thin air mattress and in part because we have been working so hard of late to make this journey possible.

We tend to think that journeys take us some place else but in fact they take us right back where we started from. Right here, right now. Home.

It has been said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. But for us humans, that step is usually preceded by a thought. And that thought with an intention. Actually before and after, like the feet in walking, is impossible to know. For us, I cannot say where this all begin but I do know that it begin with an intention and a vow – to live simpler, more deliberate. To root ourselves in place, community, love and beauty. Love and beauty, perhaps, beyond all else. To find ourselves perfectly and beautifully at home with who we are, where we are and what we are. Rebecca Solnit said that, “The desire to go home (is) a desire to be whole” and to be a “point of intersection.”

I have felt that here on the north coast of California. Our home and our life has been a gathering place, a confluence of children and friends and chickens. It is damn hard to say goodbye to this place, which has seeped into our bones like winter rain, summer fog, incoming tides, and especially the people who have been so kind to us. I only hope I have been able to reciprocate the gifts of friendship, love and laughter that have been given freely to us.

We journey to the north, knowing that “the journey itself is home,” as Basho wrote, to the North Cascades where rivers meet. We hope that our life will continue to be a place where people come together, a confluence, where we may awaken from our sleep or rest from our awakening. May we continue to blaze with light and be sheltered in the darkness!

To our Humboldt friends – a deep bow and a warm hug! Thank you for nourishing our life here, you mean the world to us!


written by David LaFever

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Cease to Speak, Perfectly Understood

  1. Judy Sutherland

    David,

    Your Dad has been keeping me updated on your and Kristen’s amazing life and beautiful family, and I want to you wish you and your family a safe “voyage” to your new home and life in the Northwest. It has been absolutely wonderful to be able to follow your blog since the time you were both in Morocco and then starting your life together anew when you returned. You never cease to amaze me with your awesome writings and beautiful photos, and I thank you for sharing them with so many people. You were given a special gift in being able to so beautifully put your thoughts on paper, and I hope that someday you might consider publishing your writings. You are truly an unbelievably talented writer.

    Best wishes for a wonderful life…stay safe, stay happy, and never stop writing.

    Fondly, Judy Sutherland

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    1. Hi Judy,

      Thank you for your kind and encouraging words! I am glad that my dad continues to share my writings with you and that you find some value in them. I will keep writing, you keep reading!

      David

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