Driving, I gave thanks to the nature’s invitation. As the mountains zipped by my car window I tried to imagine and feel what the mountains felt. How many roots are held within their rooted rising? Without thinking I heard myself whisper, “Come…..
i am the beauty of summer caressing fall i am the shadow upon the mountain i am the undaunted seed finding the sun i am a rock mountain resting in a small hand. i am the mud prints holding the presence of elk. i am the rustling…..
It began as a sunny prism’d morning and quickly transformed into an afternoon of wind and dust. I cannot see the mountains. The air has a heavy haze….dust. To go outside, particularly for a mouth breather, is to invite the buffeting of dust and wind, itchy eyes and more sneezing.
I remember the quantum physicists talking about how all elements of life still exist. We contain the very elements created when the universe was born. I remember giggling when one…..
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