It seems several times, over the last couple of weeks, conversations have turned to bucket lists. I listened attentively and pondered more intensely. Are there things I would like to do before I die? Oh yes. But, it seems my bucket list strays from all others.
To be vigilant…..
Spring reminds us of the impermanence of winter. Summer will remind us of the impermanence of spring. A full moon rises in a cloudless sky. Clouds remind us of the impermanence of a cloudless night.
The musical term da capo sends the score back to the beginning. When the musician then reaches…..
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 resting specifically on the bird,…..
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 hot shower. Gathered things for…..
The acorn in his mouth, he prepared his hiding place. Fervent paws diligently moved stones and fir shavings over the hole. Mission accomplished! The treasure has been duly saved and retrievable during the winter months.
A quick search of the Google oracle,…..
Change is never easy. Just ask a butterfly in a cocoon. Better yet, ask a tree. If you dare ask the seed. And then consider the response you’d get. Perhaps humans are the only ones who feel the need to define the experience.
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