A tree rooted moon. A lunar atlas of streams, highways, and byways. The touch and vibration of a tree nurtures my day. To bend my neck back and raise my eyes to say good night to the moon is my lullaby before sleep. Not even a half…..
For lunch, I decided I would truly eat out. As I sat with sandwich and coffee I savored the ambience of nature’s restaurant. No fast food here. Paraphrasing John Muir, when one goes to eat out in nature, you are truly going in.
When was the last…..
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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