The true method of knowledge is experiment. — William Blake
Went out this morning on a quick errand and for a quick breakfast and found myself admiring my little corner of the world. So much of what we do, we do blindly and yet it’s all around us, the world and everything it has to show us.
The hills here are old and worn down but they follow off to the horizon. The roads wind back and forth and up and down in obedience to the land. The streams now are frozen and snow-covered but in a few months they’ll be open and wild until summer dries them up again.
As a wise person once said:
He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,” he used to say. “You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to. (Frodo, of Bilbo) —J.R.R. Tolkien
I sometimes think about areas of places I know well, and think I bet there are still “nooks and crannies” I have yet to see. I like doing that kind of exploring. Makes you then realize just how big the world is, if this one little place you call home, still has new things to find.