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Waiting for the Bus (In the Shadow of the Dome)
In some ways, those who live near it just plunk their stuff on the grass and sit and wait, more detached from the long reach that touches just about every one. We can be oblivious to the dome, we can be oblivious of the light of spirit, but both exist and touch us regardless of whether we pay attention. The more we seek to become conscious and to participate, though, the more profound and deep will be our connection to ourselves and others.
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Still More Color (An Appreciation)
Today, when I was thinking about that for which I am most grateful and taking a lunchtime walk through the neighborhood, I decided that my persistent appreciation for beauty is worthy of the highest gratitude. The ability always to be entranced by beauty has gotten me through many a moment of potential suffering.
Though many of the trees have lost their leaves, the spectacular color show continues. Some of the trees are still sporting green leaves, so there is more to come. And then will come the time to enjoy the exquisite architecture and shape of the branches themselves against the winter sky–it’s own kind of beauty.









