February 15, 2004

  • When I look at ugliness, I see beauty. When I am far from home, I see old friends. When there is noise, I hear a robin’s song instead. When I am in a crowd, it is the mountain’s peace I feel. In the winter of my sorrow, I remember the summer of my joy. In the nighttime of my loneliness, I breathe the day of my thanksgiving. But when the sadness spreads its blanket and that is what I see, I take my eyes to some high place until I find a reflection of what lies deep inside of me. Navajo saying

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