I read these words in an essay by Annie Dillard this morning. The question was actually posed by Ms. Dillard to her goldfish, Ellery Channing, when she observed him swimming madly around the fishbowl one morning after a noisy flock of Canadian Geese had flown overhead. “To what hail do you hark?” I chose these six little words as an opener for this post because I love how they sound together and I think we all “hark” to certain hails; some of my own being art, literature, and nature. What calls to you out there? What is beckoning you today to come and take a closer look?
Sending greeting from home while I watch the pink morning light creeping into the blue of the receding night.