Somedays I am in search of a blatant display of awesomeness: Neruda's poetry, an '89 Lynch Bages, a piece of Scharffen-Berger, a Bob Dylan song, ...etc. Other days I am seduced, without thought or reason, by the simplest things.
As the wind moves the flower to dance gently under the sun, I too am moved with it. The natural world is something I cannot comprehend, but nothing makes more sense to me. The earth, the sky the sea and everything in between are things I have known from the beginning. There is nothing new about any of it, and yet I never get tired of looking at it, discovering it, awing over it.
Brian always says, "The wind blows and you get turned on." I think he might be right!
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