It is almost shocking to look out the back window these mornings as the sun rises over the Green Mountains; white clouds, blue skies, and everything else a vibrant shade of green.
Ira, Vermont from the Day farm
It reminds me of the scene in The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy's house falls out of the sky, and Dorothy carefully opens the door and looks out on to the land of Oz for the first time. Everything appeared so lush and green, literally vibrating with life.
Yesterday I drove out to pick up some groceries. The temperature was over 90, and there were some ominous grey clouds overhead. Suddenly there was a crack and the rumble of thunder. I was struck dumb (ha ha, Shawn, very funny). For a moment all thoughts and judgements of the past and future fell away. All that existed was that rumble, the here and the now.
How long has it been since that sound, the sound of summer, had been heard here? It reminded me of the moment when I had sleepily looked out the window in the middle of the night, and had seen the planet Venus blazing away in the western sky. Both ordinary, both miraculous. Two sides of the same coin. These are among the lessons I've learned over the years, writing about the seasons of life here on the other side of the creek.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Albert Einstein
