Today I was puttering around the house, recovering from the exhausting weekend Conference in Winnipeg (I have MORE than a few musings to blog about THAT ... but that will come later) ... I was in a quiet introspective mood about many things ... me and my mug of coffee were quite contentedly hanging out ...
Then on CBC, Stuart McLean had Canadian Musician/songwriter Dan Hill on, and Dan played his touchstone song "Sometimes when we touch," a song I've heard a MILLION times before ... but today as I sat at the table paging through the newspapers, sipping my coffee I found the words echoing in the place I've been struggling in lately ... His words spoke a truth ...
It's funny when that happens ... when a song on the radio speaks the words of your innermost being ... and when it arrives at just the right moment ... Today as I considered the fear in me ... I understood better what I can and cannot do about it ...
Looking at lichen. Again.
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The oldest living lichen, a map lichen, is estimated to be 9,500 years old.
The lichens, like the mosses, grew here hundreds of millions of years
before ...
4 hours ago
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