Thursday, May 26, 2005
Sounding
My eyes are closed. This is what I hear: traffic, rounding the corner or continuing down the other street; the tram carrying people from town; a dog barking; the click of the key pad; a child hollering in protest; and above it all the glorious song of a black bird inviting me to rise as high and as strong as his song.
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Thanks for the reminder to sit quietly in the beauty of the present moment. It all starts here.
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