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February 9, 2013

“Or you are walking along an empty beach toward the end of the day, and there is a gray wind blowing, and a seagull with a mussel shell in its beak flaps up and up and then lets the shell drop to the rocks below, and there is something so wild and brave and beautiful about it that you have to write a poem or paint it into a picture or sing it into a song; or if you are no good at any of these, you have to live out at least the rest of the day in a way that is somehow true to the little scrap of wonder that you have seen.” – Frederick Buechner, “The Calling of Voices” (Secrets in the Dark

Now that, ladies and gentlemen, that is nature writing. And it’s from a sermon by a Presbyterian minister. 


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