When I was quite young I was a little baffled when my Dad said, “ Just look at those mountains, are they not just too beautiful ? “
Really ? They are just mountains, was my silent reaction.
Now so many years later, mountains in the early morning light, or the gentle hues of evening, a forest at any time of the day, the unheralded consummate beauty of insects, birds, animals of any description, the sea, ever restless majestic and powerful, hold me spellbound , humble and grateful.
My wealth lies in my mind, a kaleidoscope of images, scents , nuances and feelings, the salty sea on my skin, the memory of a fragrance, a loved one, no longer there, my special, oh so special furry four footed loves, gone to a playground in the sky, perhaps.
No money in this world can buy the gentle touch of the wind, a whispered word of love, the touch of someone who cares. No money at all.
So no bank will accept my collateral, how much they have lost is incalculable……..
Love opens a new window on this world of ours, hold on to it cherish and protect it, it’s value makes the richest man in the world look no better than a pauper.
– John (JET) Newton
Great powerful writing by my old friend, John
Shared by John’s “international marketing manager”
(“the totally unmusical world’s absolutely worst photographer… and fourth worst writer” c)
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