It is hard to sit near a mountain and
worry. Yesterday we rode through the
mountains of East Tennessee and sat beside the Tennessee River. Everywhere I looked were fallen trees and
standing timber, water flowing slowly by, mud and grass and deep fallen leaves and
the sun shone above it all. I sat and
wondered at how the earth lives and dies, falls and rises, grows and erodes
away without a single conscious moment of effort. All this powerful might of force and
perfection continually happening, being.
And even now it is rocketing
through space and time, occupying its place in an arm of the Milky Way Galaxy
being earth and never a moment’s worry.
Worry is a curse of the poorer conscious.
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