No greater tip could be left for one who carried out the banquet for nature's small ones to eat. A soft reminder the feather is on the ground but the winged bird is still in flight. A gentle touch from nature to nature, a small blanket offering warmth to the snow and earth. May my touch upon the earth be so simple, be so gentle.
"COLD WITH WIND." I do not know why a forecast such as that made me giggle and laugh. It continued on to say there would also be snow. I took my seat upon my cushion to greet the morning. The image of nature's friend who greeted me yesterday returned. I whispered to him, with a giggle, 'just so ya know...cold. With Wind.' And with joyful eyes, as I took my first long slow inhaled breath, the whisper came back, 'just so ya know...life. With all. With ease.'
Much like pulling on a push door, I can greet the day. I can slow down, notice and enter with ease. I can crash into, notice and then enter. Either way I will enter. Giggle,
