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If we were having coffee: Beach day

The beach crowd.

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

~ Rachel Carson

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If we were having coffee: Road trip

Reflections: Back in the Bogs.

When I am in my mind,
My mind gives me what it has:
Sighs.
When I am in my heart
My heart gives me what it is:
Delight.
~Sri Chinmoy

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If we were having coffee: Sunny day

A winter's day on Assateague Island.
A winter’s day on Assateague Island.

All our time disappears on us.  This is an incredible fact.  You are so knitted into a day.  You are within it; the day is as close as your skin.  It is around your eyes; it is inside your mind.  The day moves you, often it can weigh you down; or again it can raise you up.  Yet the amazing fact is, this day vanishes.  When you look behind you, you do not see your past standing there in a series of day shapes.  You cannot wander back through the gallery of your past.  Your days have disappeared silently and forever.  Your future time has not arrived yet.  The only ground of time is the present moment.

In our culture, we place a great and worthy emphasis on the importance and sacredness of experience.  In other words, what you think, believe, or feel remains a fantasy if it does not actually become part of the fabric of your experience.  Experience is the touchstone of verification, credibility, and deep intimacy.  Yet the future of every experience is its disappearance.  This raises a fascinating question:  Is there a place where our vanished days secretly gather?

~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara

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If we were having coffee: A family Thanksgiving edition

Looking out at winter.
Looking out at the snow.

The roast turkey carries with it, in its chubby hold, a sizable portion of our primitive and pagan luggage.

Primitive and pagan? Us? We of the laser, we of the microchip, we of the Union Theological Seminary and Time magazine? Of course. At least twice a year, do not millions upon millions of us cybernetic Christians and fax machine Jews participate in a ritual, a highly stylized ceremony that takes place around a large dead bird?

And is not this animal sacrificed, as in days of yore, to catch the attention of a divine spirit, to show gratitude for blessings bestowed, and to petition for blessings coveted?

The turkey, slain, slowly cooked over our gas or electric fires, is the central figure at our holy feast. It is the totem animal that brings our tribe together.

~ Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All

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If we were having coffee: Deluge

In the marsh during a misty day and a super high tide.
In the marsh during a misty day and a super high tide.

It’s a relief to hear the rain.  It’s the sound of billions of drops, all equal, all equally committed to falling, like a sudden outbreak of democracy.  Water, when it hits the ground, instantly becomes a puddle or rivulet or flood.

~ Alice Oswald

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A Wednesday wander

Rainy day on the ranch.
Rainy day on the ranch.

This strangely still pause between summer and autumn, greenery and gold, and the heat and rising wind that is once again readying itself to rush it all away in a climactic symphony of color and scent is — in my opinion, one of the best parts about living on earth.

~ Victoria Erikson

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If we were having coffee: Quiet Saturday afternoon edition

Love in the palm of my hand.
Love in the palm of my hand.  (Phone photograph.)

What advice do I tell my grandson?
I listen to him.

~ Roy Haynes

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