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Tide Time

A shoreline rock is being swallowed whole by the steady push of the tide;

an advancing line of water bending over itself as it rises up the side of

the boulder. Time passes in a variety of ways, a variety of speeds.

The edge of tidal water is one measure – one cog in a universal

timepiece – that truly metes out our time here on Earth.

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Solar Panel

On some uneventful evening you might step out onto your deck,

look above your head and see nine celestial moths

orbiting a porch-light sun in a pine board sky.

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Clinging

 

Moss streams down the side of an escarpment back-boning its way

through a Carolinian forest. The moss buffers the rock from the elements:

sun, wind, rain, ice – all intent on wearing it down grain by grain.

Ironically, the price for this protection is another form of deterioration

from the grip of the moss. The more the moss bonds with its host,

the more damage it does with its clinging nature.

 

 

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Clouds part for the sky to open. The clouds are nothing, really;

collections of moisture, residue, flecks of this and that;

refracting and blocking light so that they form seemingly

significant apparitions over our view. They come and go –

sometimes uplifting, sometimes threatening – across the sky

that is always just there. Clouds are like the continuous

stream of thoughts that cross the sky of our consciousness.

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The tide at low ebb reveals rock and grass. They both emerge to do

their own bidding; the rock stands guard, strong and true,

while the grass dances to the music of the wind and the water.

The place they inhabit would not be as interesting without this pair

of opposites. It is a good marriage that celebrates differences

like these and allows such a beautiful coexistence.

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Our Pets

Our pets afford us a dramatic example of living mindfully. Take your dog for a

walk and observe her simple joy at running in the woods. Watch her attention

be riveted on the wind moving through grass or the sound of a brook babbling

over stones, head cocked in rapt contemplation. And see how she is a

perfect part of nature, effortlessly.

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