Soon another year will place its hand on my shoulder.
Nothing is wasted. Pain becomes a record that I was here long enough to be marked.
I will not ask for fewer days of pain. I will ask for more moments of noticing— the hummingbird darting the chipmont on the ground, The olive tree’s kindness of shade.
If this is my work now, I accept it gladly: to love the world as it is, from inside this aging, faithful body.
Tell me, what else would I have been practicing for?
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Hiking the Douglas Spring, Carillo, Garwood Loop In The Saguaro National Park (December 19, 2014) — Images by kenne
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”
Carillo Trail — Image by kenne
