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Today is misty in the city.
The city is a place I never thought I would be. In fact, I used to promise myself I would never live in the city, and I felt nausea even thinking about it.
The fast pace that never lets you hear yourself think.
The fact that I have to wear shoes because walking barefoot on the pavement is just NOT done (for obvious reasons).
I shuddered to think of not being able to sense the changing seasons: the smells and sounds are different...I have almost always been able to smell the changing of the seasons - the changing of the guard of the earth. I could smell the rain in the air, though it was far away and could not be seen with the naked eye, and the curtain of rain that fell across the valley as I sat in a wooden chair on the porch. I would hear the migrations of the birds, and see the different flowers and plants. I used to see the very first buds of the season popping out. I would see the strange tulips and the shiny little buttercups bloom. There was an Evening Primrose vine that used to grow at the edge of the woods and our property. In the dead of summer our backyard was blanketed with Thistle and Queen Anne's Lace. There were these beautiful little flowers that only lasted one day, and their name slips my mind, but it takes them 2 weeks to prepare to bloom. Then, when they finally do, it is only for one night when the moon is bright, and then they fall asleep and never wake again. It amazes me that there are plants that struggle so hard to bloom...their life is built around one single night of glory, and a select few people are even able to witness this magic of their delicate little white petals burst open! And then they slowly fade away as the sun rises the next morning. It almost seems like a useless life...why do they exist if no one is able to enjoy them and they have such a difficult life only to die in the wake of the morning?
But here I am, in the city...the MIDDLE of the city...I live in the Center of Nashville. It is not a very large city, comparatively, and I try not to think about it too very much. As long as I can lay in my bed in the early morning and close my eyes and listen to the chatter and twitterings of the birds and squirrels outside my window, my heart is warmed and I am content. I have found that one can be happy where one is if one looks for the good and beautiful things that are all around them. The things that connect with their spirit - Je leur donnerai le meme coeur et je mettrai en vous un esperit nouveau! ~Luc 21.31.