Yesterday in the courtyard of Regents College in London, I saw a spectacular, new (only to me, of course) species of pigeon, a Wood Pigeon. It was the most gorgeous color green I have ever seen and had a beautiful white collar.
I wonder whether there is any creature that, if observed carefully, will not bring forth to the heart and mind the miracle of life?
The home where I stayed for the majority of my recent visit to England is three hundred years old.
I wonder if there might be a connection between the experience of years and access to tranquility?