Morning mistery

© harrington

Hi! Have you noticed how humid it's been recently? One of the few nice things I can credit high humidity with is scenes like this one. The water is the Sunrise River, flowing essentially north through Carlos Avery WMA on its way to the St. Croix River. Later in the day, even if the dewpoint stays up there, clear skies and sunshine place a completely different, harsher, aura on this pool. There are lots of reasons I enjoy being up and out and mindful at dawn. Being able to enjoy sights like this is high on that list. Most days (but, unfortunately not all) this early time usually means nothings had a chance to go awry yet. The human noise level hasn't yet peaked so the birds and animals and leaves and grasses can be heard more readily. Mary Oliver, in A Thousand Mornings, has a poem that seems to fit the scene above perfectly, or, maybe it's the other way around.

POEM OF THE ONE WORLD

This morning
the beautiful white heron
was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this
the one world
we all belong to

where everything
sooner or later
is part of everything else

which thought made me feel
for a little while
quite beautiful myself.

I hope you find times and places in your life that make you feel quite beautiful. We all are, you know. Thanks for listening. Come again when you can. Rants, raves and reflections served here daily.