I was pleasantly surprised to wake up before 9am today, though I guess I should be expecting to get on some kind of routine now that I work a - gasp - normal schedule that gets me up around 7 five days a week and has me in bed before midnight - gulp - every weeknight. I know I'm lame. I'm a gramma. The knitting needles are (sincerely) to my right, and the antiques to my left.
After waking and eating, I plotted my course to the blue hills. This place is so pretty, I cannot believe that I came up here on a lark and found my home on a lark and now I am so close to such a cool place! Today I headed west and jogged up the skyline trail a bit before climbing all 270 feet of Little Blue Hill, ha ha. It was actually quite breathtaking, because I had climbed the whole hill before I knew it, and it was such a clear day that the top of the hill was sublimely peaceful. This is where I started getting all philosophical, thinking about truth and grace and all of these things that I should have no business thinking about on a weekend! What I ended up with, as I walked down the hill, saw a little black and yellow snake, got lost, and ran back up most of the hill, was that our problem, as people, is not that we are bad, but that we don't realize just how good we are, so we don't even try to dare to act to be great. What we are is beyond great, but we spend our lives, or parts of them, mostly between disappointment, guilt, and a false sense of being okay on the outside. I guess I mean that this is what society sucks us into when we actively just go with the flow and don't step back, however you would do that, and see that the cycle of junk we live in sometimes is not really what it's all about. I've been thinking and talking about stuff like this a lot lately with people, but today really brought that home - that it's not only that greatness is available to everyone, but that greatness is already in everyone, we just need to shut up and listen to it.
A guy from 80 years back might have felt the same way. Augustus Hemenway, a native to the blue hills area, put a stone bench on top of Little Blue Hill engraved:
Exempt From Public Haunt
Finds Tongues In Trees
Books In The Running Brooks
Sermons In Stones,
And Good In Everything.
He was quoting another gentleman quite older than himself - Bill Shakespeare.
I think there are books in our bones and sermons in the soles of our feet too.
1 comment:
I especially like this post! ... a little honest praise and positive encouragement doesn't hurt now and then :) ... icing on the cake of acceptance
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