Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read
Sometimes, when I can engage my mind in nature I can find ‘it’, rather it finds me. “Nosedive” made me attentive.
July 27, 2017
such rare occurrence
swallow roosts, rests, eyes, conveys
Angel hope missive
This was yesterday on my meditation/journalling perch overlooking the lake. Swallows are drone-like, they never stop working morning through dusk.
Kayaking at dusk last night a faun, born this spring, emerged from the woods. ‘It’ bouyed me.