Great Conversations
...are about learning to love.
Most mornings you may find me here, quietly praying for the fog to fall away from my gaze. Slowly, trees, rivers and mountains come into focus, along with birds, busy squirrels, and tiny bugs. It seems I alone observe this scene with any distance, any sense of self. Timidly, I begin to speak: Oh, Great River, Oh, Great Mountain, Oh, Wise Tree, teach me the song the birds are now singing. I commune here so that I too may learn to love with abandon.
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