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.

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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