Duality: A Lesson From Nature

The branches dance, flow where the wind blows.

The creek fickly shifts tempo, ebb and flow.

The foliage remains, takes root, turns her heart towards the sun.

The elements call out. Grow, grow, grow.

My favorite window at my brother and his wife’s cabin. I’m forever romanced by the mornings spent here, cozied-up in their breakfast nook. Tantalizing aromas of fresh roasted coffee, and the delicate coo of the songbirds who welcome the morning. Nature pulsates, and my heart is never so still.
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