The Endless Autumn
Still enjoying this incredible, seemingly
endless, lovely, wonderful Autumn.
Worn out again today. Did manage Highland Park. And
along Highland Avenue. But decided not to try Cobbs Hill. One must respect one's
limitations, not push too hard, or prices will be
paid.
Instead, I decided to stop at the Waterworks pond again and meditate with the geese.
Amusing pair of ducks, too. Male and female, doing a little dance with their necks.
Nothing better than lying on the grass, staring up at a blue sky, and it's October in Rochester, warm and lovely, but not too hot. If you lie still enough the geese will come close.
Soon, all to soon, it will pass.
It was the best thing for me. Stress from yesterday is gone now.
Instead, I decided to stop at the Waterworks pond again and meditate with the geese.
Amusing pair of ducks, too. Male and female, doing a little dance with their necks.
Nothing better than lying on the grass, staring up at a blue sky, and it's October in Rochester, warm and lovely, but not too hot. If you lie still enough the geese will come close.
Soon, all to soon, it will pass.
It was the best thing for me. Stress from yesterday is gone now.
Posted: Wed - October 5, 2005 at 08:01 PM
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-- From "Crazy, He Calls Me"
written by: Bob Russell / Carl Sigman
Sung by Billie Holiday
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
-- Margaret Mead
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all..."
-- Emily Dickinson
"In our sleep, pain, which we cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom, through the awful grace of God.
-- Aeschylus, Agamemnon
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