trees with spring leaves, seen when approaching Figeac
"I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
And thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree-
they are all in this too."
~Mary Oliver
in the poem 'Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?'
One of the lasting legacies of the Camino for me has been this looking:-
looking and noticing details in the world outdoors around me.
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