The Wind in the Trees. The Light.
Ξ June 22nd, 2007 | → | ∇ Off the Cuff |
Today was beautiful. It still is. And it promises to be a very wonderful evening. I’m going for a walk. You should, too. Life is wonderful…except for the Stirrers. What are they? Those are cretins passing themselves off as alive who actually died a long, long time ago. But we won’t get into that right now. It’s much too nice outside to discuss foibled peebles.
See the Light. Be the Wind. Sing with Trees.
Joy.
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on June 22nd, 2007 at 9:24 pm
fresh air tickles the leaves of trees so that they whisper secrets, filling you with a sense of awe. when I walk and am in center life is in the moment. thanks dawn
on June 22nd, 2007 at 11:44 pm
Did you hear what that one leaf said to the beetle who was eavesdropping on a bee’s-knees conversation?
“If you don’t leave soon, you’re bound to get stung.”
(yeah, yeah. I know. Sad. Comedian I’m not. But I get E for Effort.)