Reblogging due to its beautiful reflection on the evolutionary migration of humanity.
I was in Washington, D.C. this past weekend with my wife and her eight year old grandson, and we went to an IMAX film to see the story of Fred and Norah Urquhart, who spent much of their lives in a quest to understand the migratory path of monarch butterflies. After several weeks of an extremely busy schedule at work and an annoying skin infection that has been insistent on delivering its message– a time in which even meditation has felt like squinting at my heart through wax paper, or running up an incline against the jet stream– the beauty and audacity of these little creatures (and the people who tracked their movements over decades) brought me to tears.
Sometimes you hang on for the ride, and take deep draughts of meaning when you can. You hunt and hunt, and then somehow synchronize with it in a quiet moment. …
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