Sunday morning, quiet, read,
think, pray, live fully in where I am, keep quiet and still, listen, listen
very well, no unaccustomed sound but many unidentifiable; think, “I’m just
another wild thing in the woods”, realize I’m not that wild. Coffee needs warmed. Snort to myself, “I’m really rather
tame.” Watch a large ant hiking along my
splitting stump, he seems to waste a lot of time retracing his steps but he
moves fast. A loud clear songbird over
the lake and a lone dog barking.
A
friend, ex-student, sent me a message yesterday that she was going to send me a
picture of her in Glazier National Park smoking a Cuban cigar; both on her
bucket list. She’s 25 or 30 I guess,
always on the road to adventure. Its
amazing how many people pass through ones life, each leaving a mark, some
wounds, some balm, some bright spots (her), almost all brief intermingling’s
and then un-swirled and off down the river life never to cross again. We had other friends stop by yesterday,
hadn’t seen in years, we laughed and laughed like good neighbors (how we met 27
years ago) and may not see them again for years. At the close of the day, sun setting west
river like a molten bronze poured on the waves I sat with my beloved, my
daughters and there beloveds and our dog.
My oldest daughter said to us—but maybe more to the earth and to God,
“you know how blessed we are to be with each other in this place!” Blood speaking to blood! I knew!!! By God I
knew.
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| How we lived last summer! God is so very, very good. |
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