Magnolia bloom

I have been reading a lot, again. I've picked up Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard most recently. I am reading slowly, reluctant to finish for fear of an end to her wonderful writing! She is one of my favorite authors, continuously pulling at the strings of my thoughts and imagination. I keep coming back to this passage lately.

"Theirs is the mystery of the continuous creation and all that providence implies: the uncertainty of vision, the horror of the fixed, the dissolution of the present, the intricacy of beauty, the pressure of fecundity, the elusiveness of the free, and the flawed nature of perfection."

Like a treatise on life's pendulous nature. I keep seeing these words manifest in everything around me now...