Sunday, April 22, 2012

emotional turns

I live in a magnificent location. I can look up and see the beauty of Lake Champlain, of a sloping, green lawn, of tall pine trees on the edge of the water. To register that beauty as my own I only have to actually look at it and experience the feeling of that beauty. The beauty that I feel is me. it is so simple. there is nothing complicated about having what I want. In this case, beauty. I simply feel the reality of that thing I am looking at. I let it soak into me, take me over, swallow me.

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