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If we were having coffee: Before summer returns

Taking a walk around the pond at Breezy Acres (in the Bogs of Ohio).

Just that you do the right thing.  The rest doesn’t matter.  Cold or warm.  Tired or well-rested.  Despised or honored.  Dying… or busy with other assignments.  Because dying, too, is one of our assignments in life.  There as well:  “To do what needs doing.”  Look inward.  Don’t let the true nature of anything elude you.

Only there, delight and stillness… when jarred, unavoidably, by circumstances, revert at once to yourself, and don’t lose the rhythm more than you can help.  You’ll have a better grasp of harmony if you keep going back to it.

~ Marcus Aurelius, The Meditations

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Springtime walks and adventures

Ice flowers in the scrounger’s garden.

It’s hard to walk briskly at this time of year; the accelerating pace of unfolding spring slows my own. I repeatedly stop- to watch what’s moving. Soon the torrent of migrants will completely overwhelm my ability to keep up with all the changes. But it’s easy to revel in the exuberance and the sense of rebirth, renewal.

~ Carl Safina, The View from Lazy Point: A Natural Year in an Unnatural World

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Wednesday wandering

Oak impressions.

To write requires an ego, a belief that what you say matters. Writing also requires an aching curiosity leading you to discover, uncover, what is gnawing at your bones.

~ Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

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A Monday meander

Stripes across the sky.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

~ Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder 

We do not understand the earth in terms either of what it offers us or of what it requires of us, and I think it is the rule that people inevitably destroy what they do not understand.

~ Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

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A Monday meander

Hiding in the grass.
Hiding in the grass.

All you can do is this: Whatever you experience, whether tangible or intangible, look underneath the experience, like a child looking for a lizard under a stone. You’re not expecting anything to be there, but you’re always wondering if there might be.

~ Richard Leviton

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A Monday meander

Small beauty.
Small beauty.

There is no less holiness at this time – as you are reading this – than there was on the day the Red Sea parted, or that day in the 30th year, in the 4th month, on the 5th day of the month as Ezekiel was a captive by the river Cheban, when the heavens opened and he saw visions of god. There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree at the end of your street than there was under Buddha’s bo tree. In any instant the sacred may wipe you with its finger. In any instant the bush may flare, your feet may rise, or you may see a bunch of souls in trees.

~ Annie Dillard, For the Time Being

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