Beautiful, as always. Of course, I heard all the songs in my head and loved the memory that "Attention must be paid" triggered.
As I comment, two hawks just flew over my house, squealing at each other. We have juncos and woodpeckers, bluejays and cardinals, nuthatches and wrens. This morning is the quietest I've heard in years. I think you would like a cup of coffee in my backyard.
But America is not the place to be unless you're a bird.
I hope you get to run by summer's end and that spring comes sooner than you think. We're do about five inches of snow on Tuesday. I can't bear the thought.
xo My heart breaks for America right now. And am hoping there is some solace in your backyard. AND I wish very much I could spend a morning there with you!
Ren, What a touching essay -- very poetic. There is so much to love in your words. Words like, "When you look closely at nature, it always offers hope." Thank you for your words.
I've been lurking for a while. I'm actually moving my newsletter over to Ghost, though I plan to hang out here and read other newsletters and share notes and such. I'm trying to get back into the swing of participating more, but I haven't quite founds my rhythm yet.
Beautiful writing like this can only come from beautiful thoughts. It was a pleasure to read your poignant, poetic, and in its way, spiritual piece. Here’s to swift healing and more beautiful contemplation.
What a kind thing to say! Thank you. It means more than you know, because sometimes I don't take the time to really appreciate the beauty that surrounds my life, even as I am considering it!
Thank you! It is a gift to know that it touched you, Minka.
Beautiful, as always. Of course, I heard all the songs in my head and loved the memory that "Attention must be paid" triggered.
As I comment, two hawks just flew over my house, squealing at each other. We have juncos and woodpeckers, bluejays and cardinals, nuthatches and wrens. This morning is the quietest I've heard in years. I think you would like a cup of coffee in my backyard.
But America is not the place to be unless you're a bird.
I hope you get to run by summer's end and that spring comes sooner than you think. We're do about five inches of snow on Tuesday. I can't bear the thought.
Thanks for the words. xo
xo My heart breaks for America right now. And am hoping there is some solace in your backyard. AND I wish very much I could spend a morning there with you!
Ren, What a touching essay -- very poetic. There is so much to love in your words. Words like, "When you look closely at nature, it always offers hope." Thank you for your words.
Thank you, Kenne. It always makes me happy to see that you've read. I'm glad this one touched you.
Yes. This one has hit me, Ren. So much of my life changed in the last two years.
I hope that you find some joy in all the changes.
This is just lovely, Ren.
Thank you, Richard. How nice to see you here!
I've been lurking for a while. I'm actually moving my newsletter over to Ghost, though I plan to hang out here and read other newsletters and share notes and such. I'm trying to get back into the swing of participating more, but I haven't quite founds my rhythm yet.
Let me know when you are set up over there!
Beautiful writing like this can only come from beautiful thoughts. It was a pleasure to read your poignant, poetic, and in its way, spiritual piece. Here’s to swift healing and more beautiful contemplation.
What a kind thing to say! Thank you. It means more than you know, because sometimes I don't take the time to really appreciate the beauty that surrounds my life, even as I am considering it!