Wednesday ~ November 27, 2013

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers, careful and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddled, eddying. gleaming, still. Lovers, farmers, and artists have one thing in common, at least - a fear of "dry spells", dormant periods in which we do no blooming, internal droughts only the waters of imagination and psychic release can civilize. All such matters are delicate, of course. But a good irrigator knows this: too little water brings on the weeds while too much degrades the soil the way too much easy money can trivialize a person's initiative. In his journal, Thoreau wrote, "A person's life should be as fresh as a river. It should be the same channel but a new water every instant."

( Gretel Ehrlich, 19946 - )

This is the day we are given;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.