In the midst of a busy Labor Day weekend in Acadia National Park, Beverly and I discovered a quiet forgotten spot on a tranquil ocean cove and watched the pine-capped pink granite coastline welcome the sea with stillness.
I suppose we should do the same with life each morning. Breathe in the energy of all creation moving in waves of living, that Whitmanic “urge and urge and urge, always the procreant urge of the world,” and let it settle in the coastline of our lungs, quiet and serene.
And then go out into the craziness of 21st century America, composed with the faith of a quiet cove facing a possibly forceful sea.
THERE AND GONE ….
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