Clearing Smoke

“I arise in the morning torn between the desire to save the world and a desire to savor the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” Ah, yes, E.B. White. Me too. It is morning as I write this, I am preparing to dive headlong, without enough water beneath me, into this day. And as I live it, shall I pay attention to all that is wrong with the world, all that must be saved? Or shall I pay attention to how beautiful the trees outside my window in the morning are, how lovely the sound of the morning birds, the view of the sunrise from my front porch, the memory of a birthday celebration with my mother on my back porch? Friends, I will make a wild proposition here: the only way I can imagine saving the beauty of this world is to consciously and truly savor it. Love is the best evolving force I know.