Monday, December 7, 2015

12.7.15 Out in the cold morning light ,


I left behind so many complexities, and found myself , as we do outside, residing in the pure and the simple and the true.
Everything was shimmering. Like being a child at first snowfall, it was filled with wonder.

  
I walked while he ran; through the burdock, past the Fo Ti stand , to explore the poor almost-asleep groundhog 's burrows with such rampant glee. To run into the brush, and flush out angry Sparrows in the midst of their breakfast. He ran and circled round, then chased down the ball, as he thundered down the frosted frozen dirt road , and all things were right with the world , in that place.



All things bright and beautiful

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