Feathered friends, a twisted enchanting trunk, or even a kindred soul from across the table, one never knows who will come calling. It’s that simple. Bounty tumbles within our path, invite yourself in, do not hesitate if only a majestic moment you would entice as the aspens gather their thoughts together, as you muster up the courage to never pass up a magical moment.  Be present scribe, poet, pattern-breaker and maker; be present and breath my child.