”If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment. If a shower drives us for shelter to the maple grove or the trailing branches of the pine, yet in their recesses with microscopic eye we discover some new wonder in the bark, or the leaves, or the fungi at our feet.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
(Journal, September 23, 1838)
“The Earth offers gift after gift — life and the living of it, light and the return of it, the growing things, the roaring things, fire and nightmares, falling water and the wisdom of friends, forgiveness. My god, the gift of forgiveness, time, and the scouring tides. How does one accept gifts as great as these and hold them in mind?
Failing to notice a gift dishonors it, and deflects the love of the giver. That’s what’s wrong with living a careless life, storing up sorrow, waking up regretful, walking unaware. But to turn the gift in your hands, to say, this is wonderful and beautiful, this is a great gift — this honors the gift and the giver of it. . . . Notice the gift. Be astonished at it. Be glad for it, care about it. Keep it in mind. This is the greatest gift a person can give in return.”
— Kathleen Dean Moore, Wild Comfort: The Solace of Nature
Elisa's Spot 
What’s up with you Elisa?! Stunning new series of pictures, I’m in awe. Wow, bury me in there!!
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I took these at 6:45 this morning. The sun was just coming across them over the trees and while I stood there shooting, the temperature hit the dewpoint and the pleasure of the world became evident.
Here, I wrote this to go with them….Sunrise on Peony
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I’m listening to some new Kaki King that I found, particularly Great Round Burn and weaving. Your waking poem got in there somehow but I think is more connected to the peonies.
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Cool. Will catch up in sometime. I love your choice of music!
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Thank you! Here, I’ll kiss a wee bit of the magic onto your forehead so that you might pass it along. (that was my nice way of asking what you are writing)
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Nothing. I wrote nothing this week. Mind is numb and loving it! Mean
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Mean?
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I do everything to serenade my mind to pour out words and it ain’t responding lately and doesn’t care to. Mean is that
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🙂
and that takes me to a discussion on Meaning in Life, meaningful life, is it a choice or prescribed? I could talk all day, if I am asking too much of your time, you will have to say for me to stop.
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Eventually nothing makes sense, absolutely nothing and hence I respect everyone primarily, whatever profession or life they choose to live.
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ok
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Wonderful.
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The coolest. I can feel this.
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lol Kathy? I just had a different thought! What if the sheets are simply hanging on the wash line and flapping their gums at the wind?
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That’s perfect!
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