A fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, “I will have a camel for lunch today.” And all morning he went about looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again — and he said, “A mouse will do.”
From The Madman: His Parables and Poems, by Kahlil Gibran.
It was windy at Mount St. Helens — so much so, in fact,
that had I not consumed rocks for lunch, my fate could have been quite different.
Meanwhile, I had to laugh. Outside at the observatory, a group had assembled
and a guide was screeching at the top of her lungs about the devastation
that had taken place there when the volcano erupted in 1980 —
as if what had happened weren’t readily apparent.
As we made our escape and got out on the open trail, I told my wife and son,
“I’m not here to learn. I’m here to use my imagination.”
They’re used to such statements, of course.
They know, too, that I mean them with all my heart.
The scent from these wildflowers was incredibly strong.
No wonder the bees were drunk.
Photos by Vahan Michaelian
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