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Far more than 5 things here... "All you can do is face the world with quiet grace and hope you make a sliver of difference. Humility does not mean self-abnegation, lassitude, detachment; it's more a calm recognition that you must trust in that which does not make sense, that which is unreasonable, illogical, silly, ridiculous, crazy by the measure of most of our culture. You must trust that you being the best possible you matters somehow. That trying to be an honest and tender parent will echo for centuries through your tribe. That doing your chosen work with creativity and diligence will shiver people far beyond your ken. That being an attentive and generous friend and citizen will prevent a thread or two of the social fabric from unraveling. And you must do all of this with the certain knowledge that you will never get proper credit for it, and in fact the vast majority of things you do right will go utterly unremarked.
Humility, the final frontier, as my brother Kevin used to say. When we are young we build a self, a persona, a story in which to reside, or several selves in succession, or several at once, sometimes; when we are older we take on other roles and personas, other masks and duties; and you and I both know men and women who become trapped in the selves they worked so hard to build, so desperately imprisoned that sometimes they smash their lives simply to escape who they no longer wish to be; but finally, I think, if we are lucky, if we read the book of pain and loss with humility, we realize that we are all broken and small and brief, that none among us is ultimately more valuable or rich or famous or beautiful than another; and then, perhaps, we begin to understand something deep and true about humility. This is what I know: that the small is huge, that the tiny is vast, that pain is part and parcel of the gift of joy, and that this is love, and then there is everything else. You either walk toward love or away from it with every breath you draw. Humility is the road to love. Humility, maybe, is love. That could be. I wouldn't know; I'm a muddle and a conundrum shuffling slowly along the road, paging in wonder, trying to just see and say what is, trying to leave shreds and shards of ego along the road like wisps of litter and chaff." ~ Brian Doyle A simple stroll on a beautiful, early summer morning leads to My 5 (simple) grate things.  Before     These past few mornings have been spectacular. Chilly and sunny (too cold for the blackflies!) and gradually warming as I sip my tea and listen to the birds. I slowly get to remove my hat and coat and enjoy the peace. As I went into the house, I got a whiff of my favorite wee spring flower. Lilies-of-the-Valley are starting to bloom! Reminds me of 2 Main.  I love walking under this tree...all the busy bees and the beautiful blooms, the sun peeking through. Thank you for putting it here, Janet.
New beer to love, lovely sunset with my ♥️, bike ride adventure with the boys, smelled a lilac, KSC open for our exploration.      and white, puffy clouds...
the call of the hawk... coffee on the stone step... a day outside I made myself a hideaway and I love it. Spilled some paint and decided to play around. So fun not to care.  My morning view, after my chilly walk.  Double Orioles. The man who feeds them. 🍊  Figuring things out.
My dancer in the orange hat. I absolutely love old cemeteries. One of my favorite things, actually.     Walking with my friend who appreciates them, too. Marveling at the stones that have stood there for hundreds of years and the flowers that show up every one of those years.
Wee yellow flowers in a bed of moss. How adorable is that? 😍 |
