Being in the Now

Learning to Be!

Boston’

THE CONDUCT OF LIFE

Ralph Waldo Emerson

FATE
Delicate omens traced in air
To the lone bard true witness bare;
Birds with auguries on their wings
Chanted undeceiving things
Him to beckon, him to warn;
Well might then the poet scorn
To learn of scribe or courier
Hints writ in vaster character;
And on his mind, at dawn of day,
Soft shadows of the evening lay.
For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the foresight that awaits
Is the same Genius that creates.

Fate
It chanced during one winter, a few years ago, that our cities were bent on