Lost in the woods, my soul, ambivalent and ungrounded, dis-connected. Thinking about praying, but not. Longing to have the desire to pray.
nature
November 11
I long to be like a starling, one of the many/in harmony with the will and energy that is life itself.
November 9
The best part of walking in the woods is being there.
November 1
Cottonwood leaves are waving…all is well – do you see us? – do you notice us? – can you hear us? – you are always welcome here.
October 26
God was the fabric of the forest. Timeless energy, in the living, and in the dying and decay, in the air and the earth…