May 25, 2019
A loon, a hawk, an owl. Their call reminds me that language is unnecessary. We express, we feel, we live and we die. The distant call reminds me I am not alone.
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May 24, 2019
What better way to let everything in life slip away except for the breath. In and out, heart and mind connected, upward bound, one foot in front of the other, until there is no where left to go but down.
May 15, 2019
Never silent. The call of birds, the rustling of leaves as a breeze passes through, the movement of feet and paws through grass. I rise with the sun to walk under the sky, the clouds, the snow and rain to be outside, to have a moment to connect with the world around me. This is…
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