April 18, 2007

PERFECTION

The kind of blue sky you get in cold places. Black crow. White paper birch. Sometimes life is PURE perfection.

From FREE WILL: “… being alive on the rough green and brown earth is the highest honor and privilege. It’s an invitation to work wonders and perform miracles that aren’t possible in any nirvana, promised land, or afterlife.”

And from poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning: “Earth’s crammed with heaven.”

And to think an ugly old crow brought out the sap in me … I don’t like crows. Mostly. Even though they’re mightily clever — for birds.

My Path: 34 minutes run-walk on old snow and through forest trails.

1. On April 19th, 2007 at 5:47 am
   Meretta Says:
   

   I don’t mind crows. I like ravens better. Love that throaty croak they do, though it’s a bit eerie when you’re alone in the woods.

   Love the horoscope. Mine’s good this week, too. And apt considering all the renovations.

2. On April 19th, 2007 at 8:53 am
   Toni Anderson Says:
   

   I was reading Freewill yesterday and like his thoughts Except for my actual horoscope which was scary to say the least.

   I love ravens, not that keen on crows. Beautiful day though

3. On April 19th, 2007 at 5:12 pm
   Loreth Says:
   

   DH: That’s not a birch!!! (look of disdain) That’s a trembling aspen. Okay. So it’s a trembling aspen. Still was pretty

   Too many throaty croaks here, M. Sign of urbanisation. These guys know how to read MacD logos.

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