Soften your will;
even the noble wish. Leave
hunting to hunters.
Practice coming upon.
Touch your heart,
bow your head when approached
by something wild.
Author: chrisbkm
Chris Morrison was born on the north shore of Lake Superior and currently lives within moments of the Atlantic in Nova Scotia, Canada.
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…and we are all wild,
are we not? Is this
not why some feel
the most appropriate
greeting is a bow?
Beautiful.
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Indeed we are… all wild. Thanks very much jcc.
I hope all is going well with the new restaurant!
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Going well, yes–but given the nature of this business, ask me in a couple of years…thanks–
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I love this, Chris. It reads to me like a prayer. Beautiful.
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Thanks so much Michele. It feels like prayer sometimes… Your comment means a lot.
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yes a prayer, a mutual honouring … lovely Chris 🙂
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Thanks Christine.
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I’ve experienced the reverence you write about, In the future, I’ll bow my head during those moments.
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