Daily Reflections…

Evening Orange

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“How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”

― W.B. Yeats

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Every time I look…

beyond my self,

at that which lies around what sometimes feels like an island…

at the view from behind,

this house…

this place where I stand now…

I wasn’t always standing here,

I didn’t always see what I see now…

how quickly what is new becomes what is not so new and soon won’t perhaps be seen at all because it has been seen too many times and the eyes no longer see it.

But once in awhile the eyes see what is old anew…

perhaps that’s why we repeat ourselves,

we’re waiting for that moment when we view the past from the perspective of a present which has given us lenses to see more than we saw before…

and maybe this time when we tell the same old story, it won’t be the same anymore.