I cannot claim to have reverence for much. Not much beyond the woods, the ocean, rivers, mountains, and people for their humanity, not their brilliant accomplishments. Respect for the traditions of others; religions, commitment, the courtroom, yes, but a deep-abiding reverence and awe; I reserve that for what really counts.
Babies, the elderly, the people who give a hoot, trees, the dark green of leaves and moss all around with the early morning sun just penetrating through thick branches, the trail beneath my feet, Tuxy the dog, thrilled as always, to be with me here, and the heavy, humid air, already alive with the thrum of locusts and buzzing of mosquitoes. This, yes, this is real. This is where I am truly present.