Jan 17, 2013


this morning before dawn we climbed the tallest temple in the ancient mayan city of tikal.  we sat on the steps in silence and watched the sun rise.  the jungle shrieked and rumbled with monkeys and parrots and tucans and frogs as the mist cleared around the temples below us.  i sat and thought about how this scene has been playing out every morning for 3,000 years. 

and that friends is one way to gain some perspective.

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