Beautiful MomentsThe best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
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chthonic, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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Cottonwood leavesI used to sit by my favorite river for hours, sometimes fishing, sometimes not and contemplate the deeper meanings and missions of life. Why are we here? What are we supposed to accomplish in our time? How does it all work? Why does it all work?
One day I was caught by the sound of the breeze in the leaves of a small group of cottonwood trees. Cottonwood leaves make a certain sound in the wind that no other tree makes. Even the slightest breeze brings forth a symphony of rustling that exists nowhere else. I would know that sound anywhere.
I was held speechless, hypnotized in wonder at the sound. For all my musings and questionings and "having it all figured out," it never would have occured to me to have a cottonwood tree make a different sound than any other tree. And this had been so millions of years before I or anyone else was there to notice it. Had I designed the universe, it would not have been so. I'm simply not that clever.
It's not about me. It never has been.
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setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Mon 14 Mar 2005, 21:47,
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