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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