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As I walk through dew stained grass...
...I find myself catching my breath in a short gasp as I suddenly, without warning, notice the stars and they're beautiful. I'm telling you they're beautiful beyond belief right now.
But I'd still rather be sleeping. -
Just a piece of a butterfly wing...
She wraps her entire hand around two of my fingers and gives me a gentle pull. "Come," and then she begins to walk with my hand in hers toward an unknown adventure. These are moments of beauty ( Read more... ) -
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Concentrating on the dirt between my toes.
Searching for the Buddha moment. -
The treasure hunter...
A boy, five years, goes into a field in the small English town of Bladon to hunt for treasure. A favorite activity of the boy, he finds, beauty in broken bits of clay pottery as he rummages through the immense dirt with the crazy-next-door-neighbor-artist. He finds, one day, something encrusted in a clump of dried clay dirt. He washes all the dirt ( Read more... ) -
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Life is so full.
I breath in evening summer air. -
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I watched a homeless woman
laugh to herself open mouthed
at some private thought
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Daylight hours...
Today was beautiful, like yesterday, but cooler so I was able to bike Zoe across town without breaking a serious sweat. We went to the Hudson Museum park in the afternoon and I watched the clouds pass above me through sunglasses while Zoe toddled around in the grass. I found it difficult to keep my attention on the sky as my mind naturally drifted ( Read more... ) -
The walk home:
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Frozen Footsteps
words (brokenback&nospine) are weak ( Read more... )