Notes from the Waxhaws

Being there

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“…beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”

~ Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

This morning when I took Belle out…just a hint of daybreak in the East. A foggy…wondrously cool morning. An unexpected harbinger of the coming change of seasons. The descending hoot of the Barred Owl…closer than usual…from within the still, dark woods. And hanging in the sky…softened by a halo…partially veiled by the fog…a thin crescent moon…a silver eyelid closed in slumber. Below it…Venus…a single teardrop. Above the moon…Jupiter…so far away, reflecting the sun yet to rise here on Earth below.

It’s times like this that I have the urge to cry out…Come see this!…Come see what’s going on out here!

But…I stand there in the darkness…alone…and silent. Gazing at this sign…this wonder in the heavens.

Written by Jim

August 13, 2012 at 7:08 pm

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