The Wind in the Trees. The Light.

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.



  1. 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

  2. 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.)

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