At the Gates of Dawn

There are moments in all our lives when we find ourselves awestruck – aware of unexpected encounter we understand has changed something deep in us, without quite being able to recall the detail. Somehow awakened to ‘otherness,’ somehow knowing ourselves called to quiet contemplation in the midst of the everyday. Conscious of all our unknowing, but on the cusp of something, and content to be awestruck anyway …

5 thoughts on “At the Gates of Dawn

    1. Mine too, Mimi. As metaphor for ‘discovering life’ nothing beats this, for me … 😘xxx

      Mole’s Spring Cleaning

      So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged, and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, “Up we go! Up we go!” till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. “This is fine!” he said to himself. “This is better than whitewashing!” The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout.

      From The River Bank, chapter 1 of The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

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