Schooner sunrise

Good Morning Everyone. Today is the new moon. The stars were just dazzling here last night. I love to see the constellation of Orion this time of year. Given that it is Sunday and this is supposed to be a day of rest we are going out to Islesboro island to visit friends. I can’t wait to ride the ferry, see the winter ducks on the bay, smell the island spruce, and just take a few moments with dear friends. I offer you my favorite morning recitation, the Sanskrit Salutation to the Dawn which I often quote on the schooner:

"Look to this day for it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of our existence, the bliss of growth, the joy of action, and the splendor of achievement. For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vison but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well therefore to this day."

This photo of the schooner’s transom at sunrise in Brunt Coat Harbor by Frederick “Fritz” Shantz reminds me that the reflections are as much a part of this beautiful event as is the glowing sun itself.

Have a great day. Be well. Do good.

Comments

AL from Alabama said…

Your comments, which I just read tonight, fit my day exactly. This morning while looking at a greeting card, I ran across this:
"This is the day which the Lord has made; rejoice and be glad in it" Psalms 118:24
A couple of hours later, while driving back from the store, I met a car being driven by a cell phone user on my side of a narrow road. After taking out a mailbox and cleaning out a ditch I found myself and my car in the middle of a pasture, with the other car disappearing in the distance. Somehow when things like that happen, it makes you think. When I got home, I sat outside in the sunshine a while and marveled at how blue the sky was on this beautiful day.
It is not an original but as my friend Ed and I frequently say,
"Live long and prosper"

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