All through our gliding journey, on this day as on so many others, a little song runs in through my mind. I say a song because it passes musically, but it is really just words, a thought that is neither strange nor complex. In fact, how strange it would be not to think it – not to have such music inside one’s head and body, on such an afternoon. What does it mean, say the words, that the earth is so beautiful? And what shall I do about it? What is the gift that I should bring the world? What is the life that I should live?
– Mary Oliver, Long Life
Beautiful!
I wonder this often. I see the color and the symmetry and it amazes me. Often I stare and drink it in and ask myself the same questions, forcing me to not let the days on this beautiful earth go by unnoticed.
These are the days… and the questions.
Thanks, Lindsey.