the view. the view.
red, green, brown take shape as
flowers, leaves, fence.
symmetry, beauty, tranquility.
the view. the view.
(original poem by Casey)
Last night I listened to a group of young women talk about how very hectic their lives were and how difficult it was to find time to do something that filled their souls. I was alarmed by that conversation. It made me sad to think that doing had already overtaken these women. No time for being. I don't know how I would keep my personal compass focused on true north if I didn't slow down to simply take in this amazing world around us. Sometimes it's just a few moments.
As I sit here typing, I can look out my window at the sun casting its early morning glow. Everything looks beautiful in this light. The roses are fiery red and their lush greenery is dramatic in front of the brown fence. This image will inspire me as I go throughout the day. I guess that's what it means to slow down and smell the roses.
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