Resigning myself to the influence of all this rain. And looking forward to buds, blossoms, sun…thank you Henry David Thoreau.
Going home. Outdoors. In nature. The woods. The wilds. Grateful. Thank you John Muir.
Long journey. Inward. Yes. Grateful. (And for Rumi, too).
Braver. Yes, grateful to feel brave. And braver. (Thank you A.A. Milne).
Trees and sanctuaries. Alone. Together. I’m grateful for the refuge of nature today. (Yes, Herman Hesse. Thank you.)
Journey home. Grateful for the voyage, the discovery, the exploration. Grateful for the nest. Thank you Jack Kornfield.
Stars. Grateful. Thank you Haruki Murakami.
Mountains. Yes, John Muir. Today I am surrounded by mountains in Big Sur, CA. So very grateful.
A mind that is still. Grateful for a steady, equanimous mind that sees clearly– especially when things within me feel confused, turbulent or bumpy. With deep gratitude (again) to Lao Tzu.
Wild and beautiful places. Full of mystery and exquisiteness, quiet and texture. Grateful for all that they offer and hold. Thank you Barbara Kingsolver. Again.
Creation. Grateful for that creative possibility that lives inside each one of us. A thousand trees, a thousand seeds, a thousand moments of kindness. Yes to the potential. Yes to the unknown. Thank you Ralph Waldo Emerson.
See. It’s easy to look at something without really seeing it. Grateful for every moment of clear seeing. And once again, Thoreau.
Let go. Trees, yes. Birds and bees, rain clouds and seasons. All of nature holding on and letting go. So much to learn from and observe. Thank you May Sarton for your exquisite noticings and your words.