I love that blog, every time I visit, because of images like these:
and words like these:
“Water is pure: two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen. It has no desire other than to be itself.
- try to pick it up, control and squeeze it, and it will elude ~ as will a strong human spirit
- if it remains still, it becomes stagnate ~ as will our body & mind without pursuing life
- when it flows it becomes pure ~ as when we flow & move: life, love and our spirits tend to flourish”
“Water is resilient. Soft yet incredibly strong. An analogy which is often repeated, is how over time water can turn stone into sand with its relentless flow, creating such marvels as the Grand Canyon. Water never ceases in its pursuit of life…it just keeps on flowing, bending when necessary, and without question follows its nature.”
“My favorite verse from the Dao de Jing is number eight which parallels water with human nature. If I had to summarize the words of this verse it is: be true to who you are, keep it simple and kind, and flow with your work and in life, without expectations, and you will not be disappointed.”
When I read that blog post, today, I was moved to comment. The first thought that came to mind, was this:
Your post reduced me to tears.
Then, I thought, that’s not right. So I gave it another thought. And I wrote:
Your post elevated me to tears today. Thank you.
You’ve gone through the looking-glass Ann, with a wonderful looking-glass heart. And everything there turned out to be really, really beautiful,and we were all flashes of light, gone in an instant but never really gone at all. And Mr. Rogers was, in fact, an essential force in the universe. As my mom always said: “How lucky we are!”
Every time I read what Marcia wrote (including just now), I tear up.
I’m noticing the language there, too. The term is “tear up.” It’s not “tear down.”
When I responded to Marcia’s comment yesterday, I wrote:
I am moved to tears.
When people say “I was moved,” that usually involves tears, doesn’t it?*
And movement is good.
Even if it hurts, some times.
Many thanks to Randall Collis, Marcia, people who see beauty (and luck) everywhere, and to you, especially, for reading today.
* It occurs to me that this also applies to Moving Days, which, honestly, have been some of the worst days of my life.