Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.
One of my favorite places to be. Quiet gravel roads with hawks and raccoons, one shooting star, and home before sunlight even touches the horizon. A full day of teaching ahead. Happy Friday.
I couldn’t pass up snapping some pics on my run this morning. Everything was so clear: the sky, the river, the songbirds singing, the brisk air, the moon and sun, my thoughts, my senses. Nature is very honest and reliable – it always shows us what is real, sometimes when we’re ready to see and sometimes when we’re not.
“Our lives are not as limited as we think they are; the world is a wonderfully weird place; consensual reality is significantly flawed; no institution can be trusted, but love does work; all things are possible; and we all could be happy and fulfilled if we only had the guts to be truly free and the wisdom to shrink our egos and quit taking ourselves so damn seriously.” -Tom Robbins
I spent some time today at my aunt & uncle’s house, which used to be my grandparents’ house, which was next door to the house that I grew up in.. so I took my camera out and did a bit of wandering around in the back yards and the wooded area & field behind the houses which is where I spent a whole lot of time in my younger years.
I’m a bit of a scavenger for treasures when I’m out and about. I found these things on my morning run and had to bring them home with me. Also observed this morning while I was out on the trail: the morning sun reflecting off the river, a flock of seagulls looking for breakfast, the smell of a wood burning stove, brisk air on my face, warm sunlight soaking through my fleece, the sound of the few leaves left on the trees rustling, a bald eagle flying low over a field and landing in a nearby tree, my own spirits rising, etc, etc, etc…
