A sparrow was sitting on a bush in front of the house. He didn’t seem to be afraid of us....
Contemplation spreads like a quiet pond in the soul and draws into the quiet innermost soul that attentively and patiently...
It’s the end of October. A huge emerald-green dragonfly is skimming across the garden pond again, having warmed itself back to mobility on my finger. Very slowly, its head had started to turn and my anticipation had steadily increased over what was about to awaken. A great force, an instinct,...
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