We walked our usual amble around the water, stopping at our usual places, looking for frogs or turtles or anything to help us remember our connection to something other than the urban haze. It is loud here in this almost-secluded spot. Surrounded by traffic and hurry, it would be easy to miss the jumble of the natural world that sits this close to us all the time.It would be easy to allow the tumult to grab our attention, rather than attending to what is in front of us.
So this meager pond, this forgotten refuge offers us an opportunity to find ourselves, replenish ourselves even in the face of the surrounding noise and grit. We can, if we choose, remember our connection to all living things. And, especially on this day, we can celebrate and mourn for the gains and losses well beyond our own, become part of a larger, blessed community that has always been possible.
Blessings
Marco
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