There are very few human beings
Who receive the truth,
Complete and staggering,
By instant illumination.
Most of them acquire it
Fragment by fragment,
On a small scale,
By successive developments,
Like a laborious mosaic.
leaves were certainly singing and dancing high above our heads, and the entire forest was filled with their music. I’ve never scaled
an Aspen Tree. Soft wood, many of these tower above over 80 feet, live 150-200 years, and reproduce by seeds or roots sprouting and creating colonies of clones.
Lots of people were up at the Snowbowl in Flagstaff Arizona to view the Aspens this year, and a full school bus number of children were in the midst of a shared ecstatic experience, rolling about in the golden leaves, hugging the trees, laying with arms and legs stretched out, gazing upward singing along to Aspen tunes. Laughing out loud , carefully selecting fallen leaves to pocket – talisman’s for their journey.
Wishing an excellent week to one and all.