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
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Beautiful!
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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.
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These are the days… and the questions.
Thanks, Lindsey.
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