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The musings and mutterings of a nature lover in the middle of life |
I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
And thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree–
they are all in this too.
And now I will tell you the truth
Everything in the world
comes.
from Where does the Temple Begin, Where does it End?
~Mary Oliver
I'm a wordsmith, author and writing coach. I'm wild about words and life and my golden retriever, Caledonia; about the Bay of Fundy, trees, natural spaces and the place I call home (eastern Canada).
These days, my most frequent thoughts start with..."what if..."
So what if each one of us used our own special gifts and talents to change our world in just one small way that mattered?
Lovely, pure and simple.
Oh, that Mary Oliver. You are a wordsmith like she is. Oh my.
i am keeping my eyes open, too… beautiful images.
happy easter to you and your loved ones, deb.