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.

Joy.

2 comments

  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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