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Fireflies flicker on the lawn

Is there anything that brings back your youth more than seeing fireflies ~ or as we in the midwest call them, lightning bugs ~ flickering in the dusk and shadows of a summer evening?

Remember chasing and catching lightning bugs and putting them in a mayonnaise jar with a twig and a handful of grass and holes poked in the lid for air?

Can’t you just smell/touch/taste the humid stillness of that eternal hour in the twilight, running through the feather soft grass of gloaming, chasing to catch but not crush, tiny gentle tips of flickering gold lightning beckoning just there, and there, and there . . . .

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You are a child of the universe

from DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

. . . .

be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
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Understand that you are beautiful _now_

I just finished watching the new Star Trek movie, and I felt again, as I did when I saw it in the theater, that same sense of bittersweet nostalgia, near tears because it is so well done, so believable that a part of me thinks: it’s all ahead of them, it’s all yet to come ~ for them. Not for me.

It’s silly I suppose, as most days I’m not that old. Most days I’m not any age at all, Continue reading “Understand that you are beautiful _now_”