“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
With a shear blanket of snow, for goodness sakes the patches of grass are more than visible, the stakes are quite low…or so we thought. Dare I say, we stood the test of time as temps rose to the double … Continue reading
Red has doffed her winter look within days after hailing it. But will I spring about carefree without mine from now on?
Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading
A lot of mastery in the wild.Another field of experience out here.And just over the bridge is another world.
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
Oh human, the grey matter is there for provision,Not for dissolution, or disbanding or even reshuffling.Wisdom of long past and far into the forever,it’s already in there.No need to do a thing about it,but lend a private ear.
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