The more you know yourself,
the more patience you have for what you see in others.
Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
This day, in 1757, William Blake was born
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.