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Hitching post, standing stone, and stairs in the fog

The large print giveth, but the small print taketh away.

~ Tom Waits, Small Change

It’s been interesting times.  I brought some of the fog photos from Wednesday morning to show you while I tell you all about it.  Well, maybe not all about it.  Some about it.  I don’t think anybody wants to hear (read) all.

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Spots of time

Rainy day

There are in our existence spots of time,
That with distinct pre-eminence retain
A renovating virtue…
That penetrates, enables us to mount,
When high more high, and lifts us up when fallen.

~ William Wordsworth

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Peaceful morning in the meadows

Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing
those which average eyes would see as fixed and still.

~ Jalal ad-Din Rumi

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The Bogs Gone Wild

Gazing into the meadow

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there!  I hope it has been a good one for you.

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Sunday scramble

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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Deep in the forest

The grass is growing at the entrance to the woods. Usually it’s a muddy trail with a few plants growing here and there. Can you see the trail? At the bottom, in the middle, where the grasses form an arch.

I keep laughing at the title for my post.  In and of itself, it’s not particularly funny.  But if you were to take a walk in our part of the forest, you’d laugh, too.

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We spend most of our time in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things going from one quick base to another, often with a frenzy that wears us out. We collect data, things, people, ideas, ‘profound experiences,’ never penetrating any of them…But there are other times. There are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

~ James Carroll

Looking at this photo of Miss Maddy early this morning, I was reminded to stop and smell the flowers.  I hope you’ve had some time today to do the same, literally or figuratively.  Either way works.  🙂