Bearing Witness

September 22nd, 2011

A Hollywood sunset and a pink moon, no matter how often they happen, simply blow me away. Watching the sun go down behind the dunes on the beach near my home is so goose-pimply that I don’t know why I don’t do it more often. It reminds me of how small I am. How magical and comforting the tides are, pushed and pulled by the charismatic, sexy moon. How fleeting beauty is. How we take it for granted. As if there are so many sunsets and moon rises we can afford to miss a few. Because we have bank accounts to balance, laundry to do, groceries to buy. I’m so often guilty of forgetting what I was put here to be and see.

2 Responses to “Bearing Witness”

  1. lucinda says:

    “(now the ears of my ears awake and
    now the eyes of my eyes are opened)”

  2. I am forever distracted by the natural world. Bugs. Leaves. Mushrooms. Lichen. Clouds. I get engrossed, pull out my camera and forget everything else, then wander into the house like a child who was sent to the mailbox to fetch the mail and comes back an hour later empty-handed.

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