You already believe the world knows you. That’s why you are so affected by those messages it keeps slipping you. The world is the only thing that knows you from the inside, as you do—all of the little secrets, the memories that still resonate, the private symbols of dream. No one else, no other entity, speaks to you in this direct but metaphorical language, imparting meaning straight into your psyche and bypassing interpretive screens.
It is a period I remember vividly, not only because I was beginning to accomplish something at last, but also because of the delight I felt in being completely by myself. For those who love to be alone with nature I need add nothing further; for those who do not, no words of mine could ever convey, even in part, the almost mystical awareness of beauty and eternity that accompanies certain treasured moments. And, though the beauty was always there, those moments came upon me unaware…
“My next great adventure, aged 90, is going to be dying. There’s either nothing or something. If there’s nothing there’s nothing, that’s it. If there’s something I can’t think of a greater adventure than finding out what it is. I happen to think there is something because of the experiences I’ve had, because of experiences other people have had. Very powerful ones.”
~ Jane Goodall
RIP One of the good ones.
These trees are waving hello to October. Eager for their costume change!
Sun halo with a faint rainbow upper tangent as the sun sets. Goodbye September!
Some pictures from my walk at the lake yesterday. The drought seems even worse there and the lake is the lowest I’ve seen it since they lowered it in order to mend the dam. But it’s always beautiful.
I think of that as the Tumblr bench and imagine my Tumblr friends sitting there and waving happily as I walk by.
From yesterday, asters and a species of dogwood, evidence of autumn
