On our walk today in the lovely Peace Sanctuary on the Mystic River, we paused to study some of the pleasing strangeness that we almost always see on our walks and rides. There were trees and enormous stones that seemed to be sharing their lives like friends …
and there were trees whose faces stared at us as we walked …
and there was one very serious student who studied leaves and flowers and ancient silent trees beside the trail.
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“TELL US ABOUT YOUR HISTORY AS A STUDENT”
(from an application)
The more I studied, the more I understood the stars in their homes, and the winds that sing across roads. I watched the wings of birds, the running rivers, the clouds like friends together, and the brave brotherhood of trees. I heard the hearts of books beating, listened to the voices of pencils, and studied the conversations of computer keys. I attended the school of tears, the summer camp of friendship, and the college of chaos and love. The sunrise showed me wisdom, and all the bends in all the roads were my teachers. I turned the pages of silence each day. My grades were set in the sky at night.
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder 