I march to the beat of birdsong under this Queenly CottonWood tree, and she murmurs a shy hello to me every time.
They listen quietly and go to work dissolving all my thoughts that do not belong.
I can’t see them with my eyes, but I can feel their magic.
I find myself turning onto a different road and wishing I could find a way to steal this very color and texture for the walls of my house,
so that I could feel like this all the time.
I wonder who lives in this meadow of rich grass and earthy perfume.
Do they know how lucky they are?
Do they wake up every morning and thank God/Goddess/Universe for this unexpected grandeur?
And then I remember that it doesn’t really matter.
It’s enough that I see it everyday, and that I give thanks.
This time out here feels stolen, and precious.
When I am here, it is hard for anything but these moments to exist.
I smile at my faithful partner gamboling along side me, pure joy in motion, and there is so much love for this life that my heart could burst.
These are the places I will always return.
*only listen to this song by Drew Barefoot if you want to be filled up to the top with happyness*
Mud in our Eyes*
**All pictures taken with my phone. Not bad little Droid. Not bad at all*