Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Now. Here. This.

Age chisels away all but the most prominent features. Anita Shreve

Yes, I have noticed that as we age we become more ourselves. Can we ever see our own most prominent features? What, where, who is the mirror? How do we perceive?

Yesterday at sunrise I saw a white gull flying high in the salmon colored light, the gull's color softened. This morning the storm clouds mute all the colors. I always feel morning's blessing no matter the color of light. Horses march as a parade along the fence and then uphill to their shelter. All the high branches sway in the wind. 

Now. Here. This.  Fr. Greg Boyle

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