There is a song....

.... that wants to sing itself through us.

Looks like swimming will not be happening. We are at Riverside Cedar campground along the beautiful St. Lawrence. Maybe it's not the best place for swimming.....

... but, it's a wonderful place to see confetti float out of trees.

It looks like there are storehouses of confetti waiting for their moment of glory.

It's also a place where long-legged creatures clap and wave as they take pictures.

The things you see in this magical place. Has the long hiatus from flying confused pilots? Looks like this one is using the hydro wires as a guidance system. Someone did mention that if we look across the river we will see 1948.

Large vessels quietly sneak up upon us as we eat dinner here. Wonder if they will do that at breakfast?

And, other navigators try to fly over the moon.

A magical place and we will be here for a week! Who knows what we will see?

All this sponsored by the delicate scent of Linden blossoms.

I came across this quote a few days ago. It's been waiting for the right post. I think this is it!

“We are changing all the time.

You become what you love.

You’re always asked to sort of stretch a little bit more.

But actually, we’re made for that.

There’s a song that wants to sing itself through us.

And we’ve just got to be available.

Maybe the song that is to be sung through us is a most beautiful requiem

for an irreplaceable planet,

or maybe it’s a song of joyous rebirth

as we create a new culture that doesn’t destroy its world.

But in any case there’s absolutely no excuse

for our making our passionate love for our world

dependent on what we think of its degree of health.

Whether we think it’s going to go on forever.

Those are just thoughts anyway.

But this moment we’re alive.

So you can just dial up the magic anytime.”

Joanna Macy