Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep for the winter…dig down deep into the earth and wake up to new warmth and light.
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff
you’re made of…
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward… means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
Animals always help fulfill some need or purpose in our lives. What intangibles they give to us and that we give to them, is a bit of a mystery.
It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
He always seems to know when I take my shoes and socks off- hearing the telltale swishing sounds from across the house- and comes rushing in to find me.
He seemed a lion born in a time of peace, meant to enjoy his time in the sun.
There is almost no place to hide in the desert. It is open, honest, impartial…soft as sand and hard as stone.