Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833)
Join us on Sunday, September, 21st
at 3:30 pm - Ritual begins at 4:00 pm at the Lion's Grove in Ragle Ranch Park
(This is a clean and sober event, so please, no alcohol or drugs at the ritual space.)
Suggested donation is $30-$10 but no one will be turned away for lack of funds.