Can you ever have too much beauty? Today was a cooler - kinda fall - day, and Murph and I took a hike at his favorite swimming hole up the mountain. Walking through the grasses, many of which are brown but some are blue-greenish, with scattered red leaves on the carpet floor, with the wind blowing on us in a caressing way - thought goes away and the experience of just being kind of floods you.
Then I come back to my backyard and here is a water lily in FULL splendor for the few days it lives - how can one look at it and not be moved by it's beauty and all that it has to say to us???
