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A pleasant spot


Up towards the dam wall there is a lovely picnic area with green grass, exotic trees and picnic tables. We had a nice chat with fellow travellers while I snapped a couple of photos.

Musing:
Leisure by W. H. Davies
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
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  1. MavisFebruary 11, 2009 at 10:40 PM

    Pleasant spot indeed to stand and stare

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  2. KenFebruary 12, 2009 at 9:03 AM

    Looks like a nice place to sit and day dream.

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  3. PJFebruary 14, 2009 at 11:01 AM

    I struggle with mindful awareness every day. Your blog always gives me a rest.

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  4. JulieFebruary 14, 2009 at 4:51 PM

    I have just signed up to be a subject in a mindfulness phd.

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  5. Joan ElizabethFebruary 14, 2009 at 8:12 PM

    That sounds interesting Julie.

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  6. JulieFebruary 14, 2009 at 9:48 PM

    I could be in the control group, though. But we all get a half-day seminar on mindfulness at the end of her research.

    It is teaming down here ...

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