Thursday, June 4, 2009
Remembering the Tao of Goldilocks
The Capitol from Freedom Plaza, fourteen long city blocks up Pennsylvania Ave. Love that super zoom.
I was looking at some mockingbirds sitting way up in the highest branches of the tall trees in Lincoln Park, wondering if they really get, if they can possibly understand, what a great view they have from up there. Surely they can see everything: the capitol, of course or if they face east, I'm sure they can see the Anacostia River snaking its way towards its confluence with the Potomac. I bet they can see George Washington's pyramidal masonic temple across the river in Alexandria. Maybe they can even see the White House from there. If they bother to look, that is. They're birds after all. Do they care about their fabulous view?
Two seconds later it occured to me that compared to Jake, my eyes, gazing out at the world from a modest 5'6" above sea level, have a view to die for. My guess is that Jake never feels any jealousy about my view. Why would he?
There I was, longing for what I don't have, forgetting the blessings of my life just as it is right now, right here. Life is good, and whenever I remember that, I am grateful. Oh yeah!
Jake's eye view.