Gray skies over head, geese honking and heading somewhere all tug at some place deep within reminding me to pay attention to my inner life. Such "tugs" are more worthy of my attention than the fish that just took my fly, is pulling out line, and is heading south and certainly more important than all the advertising that bombards my senses during the holiday season.
"The inner, what is it-if not intensified sky, hurled through with birds and deep with the winds of home coming." (Rilke)
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