The thing is, I'm always talking. I talk at work and with friends; I talk while teaching. I talk on paper. Sometimes it seems that I talk so much that I can't hear my true voice. Just for today, I'm offering something else-pictures of the park whose paths I've walked all my life, seeking beauty, seeking peace, seeking quiet. This is what I'd see on a typical spring day as I wander through these spaces:
On this day, June 6, 1953, my parents married. They were married for over 50 years, until Dad died on Saint Patrick's Day, 2005.
Every day is typical. Every day is unique. And each one of them is precious.
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ReplyDeleteLove the friendly furry critter you see on your walk.
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ReplyDeleteThank you all. That little critter is a gopher, the scourge of the prairies. I quite like them. Morris the bull terrier does, to, although in a different way. (This comment replaces the one I deleted accidentally.)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post. And the gopher is gorgeous too.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and tranquil area to walk and meditate through.
ReplyDeleteI love your post. Your words are certainly true...I am thankful especially for the everyday, quiet and not so quiet moments, that make up my days.
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