In my 40s which means shifted once more and centered round whether or not I used to be being heard. A rising helplessness haunted me and was echoed by what I noticed as a rising disregard for the valley’s pure sources, an oversupply of mono-agriculture companies, the rising plight of working individuals and a deliberate deafness and energetic opposition to any voice which may dare to offer one other perspective.
Now in my 50s which means appears to have shifted once more, and it appears to me for the higher. Now not does my goal appear tightly linked to one thing from the skin — being good, accepted, revered, appreciated or heard. As an alternative, I now see which means being merged with my very own capacity to hear deeply — to listen to and see what’s going on, each inside and outdoors. This transformation is altering how I work together with the world in addition to how I view the valley and even myself.
After I hear and observe carefully I typically come away with a number of questions, a curiosity coupled with an unfamiliar sense of peace. On this expertise, the Napa Valley has taken on one other position in my life. I not need a lot from this lovely spot on the planet, until you depend my pleasure at documenting via photographs and phrases what I’m witnessing.
Or, as Kahlil Gibran wrote in a single stanza of his great poem, “On Love”:
But when in your concern you’d search solely / love’s peace and love’s pleasure, / Then it’s higher for you that you simply cowl / your nakedness and cross out of affection’s / threshing-floor, / Into the seasonless / world the place you / shall snigger, however not your entire laughter, / and weep, however not your entire tears.