The bird caught my attention. Seeing the photo, my eyes locked on the thorns. The focus of the bird’s body bridged the two. All three created the beauty. I continued to ponder and noticed how my eyes moved around the picture without…..
A day where you can easily trip into overwhelmed. Then the Whisper, “Little one, what does ‘overwhelmed’ truly feel like?” I closed my eyes and viscerally remembered the beautiful ancient tree.
Eyes opened. The alchemy gifted a day of awe.
No work. Too cold and dreary for a picturing outing. Vacuumed. Mopped. Cleaned counters and bathrooms. Listened to gentle music. Meditated. Worked on a jig saw puzzle. Petted my four legged children. Watched squirrels and birds feed on fresh seed. Slow…..
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