V. DWELL

Dwell is an ancient word; just to say it seems like crossing time. Maybe a thousand years ago being in one place felt wrong. To tarry, perhaps, was a dangerous indolence, to linger a kind of going astray, like we might revert back to something. We were keeping busy. Dwelling is something we can learn from nature. The water and sky, lightness and darkness, they abide in our places with us, always. They dwell. And in their dwelling nothing can be shut-out or shut- in, because place is the totality of all that.