Christie C. “The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
The ability to appreciate the little, seemingly insignificant things improves with age… If we overcome the temptations of cynicism, we have the potential to perceive, accept, and love.
The turtles are out; the painted turtles, the snapping turtles…. There’s even one that looks like it’s coming out of a tree. Today is one of those days where it feels like the sun is setting for good. With eight more hours until midnight, I have no grand dreams and delusions, nor regrets. Only the ambition to love the small little things: the bronze trees, the lumpy juniper, the stairwell of mushrooms climbing damp wood, the ripple of rain drops upon the lake, the aroma of wealthy soil.
I wish I could not fear, as the birch does not fear…, as the maple does not quiver…, as the oak stands his ground. If only my legs could match their roots, and my shoulders to match their branches.
