Day 124a: Into the beautiful Morn … (August 31, 2019)
“Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have already lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the clear bright sun of a crisp summer morning; the rise of Orion in the evening sky every night; the constant opportunities to notice brothers & sisters & cousins nearby and treat them all accordingly. Each & every day I give thanks for another chance to notice and another chance to Love. I see beauty everywhere; so much beauty I often speak it aloud. So much beauty I often laugh lightly while I reach out in response with acts of subtle gentleness – acts that evidence my reverence for this amazing life – acts that ever make my days anew.” ~ inspired by Paul Bogard
“When it’s over, I want be able to say that all my life I was a man married to amazement. I was a bridegroom to the whole world, taking Her and all her inhabitants each day into my arms. When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have truly made of my life something particular and real and worthy. I don’t want to find myself sighing on my deathbed – full of un-atoneable regrets or frightened or full of acrimony or argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this incredible world. I want to come sliding in sideways to my finish-line knowing I have lived it all fully and lived it out loud.” ~ inspired by Mary Oliver & Emile Zola
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