Good morning!
It’s Friday. And with a whir a woosh and a mighty zoom-zoom-zoom, I’ve slid across the British countryside, passed deep beneath the waters of the English Channel, and emerged back on French soil.
Passing from one place to another by high-speed train is like being handed a gorgeous photo book and made to flip through it quickly without ever turning back. It’s an enticing series of snapshots delivered at quite a clip.
One second, there’s a green hillside dotted with sheep. The next, a tidy row of poplars, a single red tractor parked by a stone barn. Then, gigantic windmills slowly waving at the world. A river passes in a blink. More windmills. A single church spire indicating a village in the distance.
On and on it goes, this gradually shifting photo album of “nows.”
“You don't live on the earth, you are passing through it.”
—Rumi
Respiteers, shall we gather at 2pm Eastern to share mental snapshots of things we’ve seen this week? As always, check your inbox right before the hour.
Gliding ever onwards,
Clara
Great post!
OMGosh! Leaves me breathless! Especially the part where we went under the English Channel! 😳😵💫