Faith, Folklore, and Friends

The air up there in the clouds  is very pure and fine,  bracing and delicious.  And why  shouldn't it be?  — it is the same the angels breathe.  ~Mark Twain 

. . . so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting people may know there is none beside me.  I am the LORD, and there is no other. ~Isaiah 45:6

  A few days ago, Hub and I were coming home from a music festival, facing the sunset all the way.  It changed a little every second, and recreated itself every few minutes.  It was such a display that no words were needed; we just watched in awe until the sky was dark. I have been around the sun more than sixty times, and it has been a good ride.  I know there are more sunsets in my past than there are in my future.  I'm not angry about that.  It is the cycle of life in an orderly universe, and we all have limitations.   What I am angry about is the sunsets I've missed because I wasn't paying attention, when little and unimportant things occupied my time, because I knew I could watch it tomorrow or the next day. The foolish, youthful woman that I was thought there would always be more sunsets, and the ones I missed are gone forever. And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, “Today—at the latest, tomorrow—we’re off to such ...

Let the day suffice, with all its joys and failings, its little triumphs and defeats.  I'd happily, if sleepily, welcome evening as a time of rest, and let it slip away, losing nothing. ~Kathleen  Norris