I know that climate change is bringing excessive heat to many areas of the country, but here, this morning, very softly, on her cat feed, the fog comes gently rolling in.  

More and more I come to understand these words of Alan Watts: 

The only Zen you’ll find on mountain tops is the Zen you bring up there with you.

I’m also understanding these words of George Washington Carver as the years unroll in me.  

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.
Morning Fog

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