Now, I Shall Walk!
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...
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A Seasonal Rhythm
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...
Purposeful Presence
What man creates is truly ingenious. Tough and untouched by corruption itโs everywhere, just like the air we breathe. Agile and thin it travels at a speed and e...