This is a day when life and the world seem to be standing still -- only time and the river flowing past the mesas. I cannot work. I go out in the sunshine to sit receptively for what there is in this stillness and calm. I am keenly aware that there is something. Just now it seemed to flow in a rhythm around me and then to enter me -- something which comes in a hushed inflowing. All of me is still and yet alert, ready to become part of this wave that laps the shore on which I sit.
-- EDITH WARNER