We live, we die, it’s driving me crazy. Then I take a deep breath, realize I live on the pale blue dot.
As long as the flow of change within us is fresh, we will be perfectly healthy. (unknown author)
I decided to rise from my slumbering mode this morning to enjoy the morning air! My morning writing, consisting of a handwritten letter to my daughter, needed posting, and I decided to walk it over. I could have waited, yes, but I’m glad I didn’t.
I don’t know what I like more, the beauty of nature or her sounds. I’m grateful I can take advantage of both!
I sit this morning on my porch, the Robin sings (he’s the only one I really can remember, and the only one brave enough to hop across my lawn)–oh wait! I just heard the cardinal (but he eludes my vision).
It’s like eating breakfast with Ralph Waldo!
The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.
HARPERS. I love it! My girlfriend subscribes. I happened to pick up her April issue and found an article by Fenton Johnson called, “Going It Alone,” with the subtitle, “The dignity and challenge of solitude.” I’m living my life alone, and I grabbed the title and absorbed the story. What a fascinating story! It spoke of the many people who had chosen (or chosen for them) solitude, celibacy, and to roam with the stars of the sky, climbing deep inside of their own caves and spelunking, with results. We have Eudora Welty (oh my favorite of favorites!), Thomas Merton, William James and Henry David Thoreau, to only name a few. A few quotes, if I but dare, “Only in solitude could these solitaries fulfil their destinies–become not partial but whole…Like Jesus, bachelor for the ages, they keep ever before us the ideal toward which we may strive. They raise the bar of what it means to be alive.”
So, now I am going to research and read more of Fenton Johnson!
I read this this morning and was inspired by it. I have noticed that, while I still do my “computer studies,” I have turned it to MUTE,so I can hear the birds. Multi-tasking, something that Zen monks do not do. (oh well…more to work on…)
Enjoy the reading.