Winterberry Farm
Some of our favorite quotes
Sheep
From
where I stand the sheep
stand still
As stones against the stony
hill.
The
stones are grey
And so are they.
And
both are weatherworn and
round
Leading the eye back to the
ground.
Two
mingled flocks--
The sheep, the rocks.
And
still no sheep stirs from
its place
Or lifts its Babylonian face.
--Robert Francis
That is not to suggest that we can live harmlessly, or strictly at our own expense; we depend upon other creatures and survive by their deaths. To live, we must daily break the body and shed the blood of Creation. When we do this knowingly, lovingly, skillfully, reverently, it is a sacrament. When we do it ignorantly, greedily, clumsily, destructively, it is a desecration. In such desecration we condemn ourselves to spiritual and moral loneliness, and others to want.
--from The
Gift of Good Land, Wendell
Berry