A life's time is a perilous journey.
A life's time is a scramble.
A life's time is also like a duck resting on a lake in the rain.
buoyant, peaceful, impervious to being soaked, and fragile.
It is the fragility that calls to be so grateful for the time we have,
beckons us to live fully with great joy.
The fragility also carries a buoyancy, and a deep instinctual trust.
Enjoy today. Live it all up!
Feel the bliss it has to offer.
Tomorrow, a friend may not be here or you may not be here.
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| First Lake, Old Forge, NY, August 2012 |
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