I’ve been thinking a lot about this quotation that ‘wilderness’ left in a comment on a blogpost recently:
“I seldom think about my limitations, and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times, but it is vague, like a breeze among flowers. The wind passes, and the flowers are content.”
-Helen Keller
Photo is a close-up shot of pale pink lisanthus flowers in my garden
Another, sadder view:
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But light a newer wilderness
My wilderness has made-
____emily dickinson
an absolutely delightful shade of pink … lovely, sigh