as I view a lovely, cool, and verdant summer morning by the Shenandoah, after a series of very hot days, I am relishing the beauty that constantly surrounds me, and I wonder where to place my gratitude, as I am not much of a believer, and do not know what to call the miracle I inhabit…

for no name is adequate, no definition can define it, the words we possess, like environment, seems cold and heartless and lacking in appropriate reverence, and language is a pale substitute for the reality of a world of mystery and wonder and infinite delights in every day I am able to witness what my senses bring…

And I remember Mr. Rogers, a gentle and meek man whose depth I failed to see, and someone’s post on facebook said, “Today’s Special, and so are You”, and I can only offer my small smile, and be amused at my small vision, how little I know, which gets smaller and smaller, as I get older, knowing less and less about more and more, until I will know everything about nothing.