So tonight we are on patrol. Well, farmer is on patrol.
He speeds up and down the stretch of road in front of our pastures, trying to keep people who’ve ventured up for the 180 degree view of skies flickering with bay area fireworks displays. They are blissfully unaware of the fire danger from one sparkler! A frightening thought…
Hope is the thing with feathers,
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
Work break… Better late than never!
The beautiful orb weaver spider in her lair.
August 17, 2013
I live in a spiritual place, walked by Native Americans centuries before me.
I am continually surprised by a small spotted fawn, hidden behind the pickup’s tire or the coyotes, howling in unison, a patch of Naked Ladies in blooms of deep pink, just-fledged blue birds, wire-walking.
At least once a day I wish I had tucked my camera in my jeans…
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The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.
Thich Nhat Hahn