Shapes
From every hawk I watch
I learn.
With every scent I savor on the wind
I grow.
Every person I meet
Shapes me.
From every star I watch
I learn.
With every snowflake I count
I grow.
Every day I greet
Shapes me.
From every life into which I am born
I learn.
With each skin of life I shed
I grow.
Every day I live
Shapes me.
Slainte,
Paz
p.s.: A special note to some special friends:
I’ve been out of touch with a lot of things for a while, the blog community among them. I’d often wondered about the fleeting acquaintances one might encounter in such places. I’ve wondered at other blogs whose authors were absent for months. These boiling pot days spent forging the New Me brought scrutiny to this activity. Is it simply self-promotion? Is it conceit raised to new heights? Are all the brightly backlit names anonymous and as good as none? How could true bonds be formed within?
Then the notes trickled in. First from one and then another and then another. Sincere thoughts and well-wishing. Thank you Michele, Ellen, Justine, Leah, and a few other folks.
Not “readers” or “followers”.
But friends.
Hope to be “seeing” much more of you!
Warm regards,
Scott
Armchair Zen 