The Impeded Stream Sings

Today starts a 4 week online class about The Circle Way. I co-teach and convene it with Amanda Fenton. Two classes of 16 people start today for two hours each, from participants from around the world. In February, we offered similar class, twice. I’m delighted that each of the classes has filled. I’m meeting some really fantastic people.

A participant from previous class (thanks Cazeaux) that decided to continue meeting with one another as participants, offered this poem recently by Wendell Berry, the American poet and novelist living in Kentucky. I love the poem for its invitation to welcome the impediments, the experiences in our lives, that bring artistry and interest.

In the story I tell myself, we are all evolving. And, most days, I like that a lot. Except for the ones that I don’t, which are some. Here’s to the singing, whether recognized in the moment, or much later.


The Impeded Stream– Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
   we have come to our real work.
And that when we no longer know
   which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled
   is not employed.
The impeded stream
   is the one that sings.