I woke up very early this morning, just
getting back from Boulder anxious to see how the east coast has survived the
stormy night. I am saddened for those people and at the same time being
reminded how in control of us Mother Nature is – we will never be that “smart”;
she always has the upper hand. In contrast to the horror that is in the path of
Sandy, I have just been amongst the beauty that is Colorado. The snow fall from
the day before we arrived was still piled on the ground and the night sky
over the Rocky Mountains was transcending. Skip and I were there for a
wonderful occasion, Matthew and Andrew’s graduation from Auguste Escoffier, a
happy occasion and a beautiful setting; my heart could not have been fuller and
more grateful. I did not take one beautiful moment or vision for granted.
I am
writing this morning to try to find the words to pass on this karmic feeling I have,
trying to find the words to make your day feel as thin and clear as the Colorado
air and as new and pure as the snow that fell from that azure sky.
Unfortunately,
I have had to learn many things the hard way but here on this back side of 50, I
so clearly understand that each new day is an invitation to start again and the
yesterdays of our lives are lessons and inspirations not bogs to get stuck in. Anything
can happen and each new day brings restoration. Even as the lights go out over
Manhattan and the subways halt, people will come out of this, the sun will
rise, the winds will stop, the water will recede – life also follows that same
path, this path of nature, this tide of life. Every day we have another chance
to be better, to do better, and to get better.
I don’t think Nature has given
us these new days , however, to be self-absorbed consumers that have only the mere purpose
of accumulating things, things that take from the natural resources, things
that cost us a lot more than money. Instead, I think nature is giving us these new days to
use our resources, our natural resources to do good things for humanity – that must
be the higher purpose, the other leaves me feeling so empty and shallow.
I watched
a bit of the news last night and there was a piece on a 90 million dollar
penthouse on 57th street in NYC being threatened – all I could think
of were the gross amount of resources that one person squandered to build a place
to live. I suppose they were ego driven or just because they could. Anyway, there I went on a tangent, a rant – so sorry – that is being
judgmental and that is wrong, there could have been a very honorable reason to
use that amount of natural resources.This is a lesson I have learned along the way and I wish my footprint had been smaller - I do not mean to cast stones...
Today is fresh faced and scrubbed – I hope
you find the miracles that are within and focus on the beauty that is there. I end
with a picture of a pumpkin patch that is on the outside of Boulder and filled
with pumpkins and families gathering presents from Mother Nature and capturing
warm memories for their children – so much more beautiful and vital than an
overpriced high rise apartment (had to say it).
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