Lately I feel so good to when I am outside
that I just want to be outside as much as possible.
Sitting outside to eat my meals, painting or working with clay outside, preferably for many many hours.
It's as if the outdoors has something to say to me, and it's language is time.
There is no better place to do my meditations than outside.
All visiting with family and friends feels most safe and satisfying outside in the open air.
I'm finding it very healthy to hear as much bird song as possible.
And the breeze seems to have a message for me,
I'm not sure the language and so I feel the need to immerse myself in order to learn it.
The sunshine and the clouds as well, each seem to have enthusiasm for sharing some nugget of wisdom.
And the blue of the sky has secrets to share if I can listen deeply,
as do the white of the clouds and the green of the grass and the leaves everywhere...
The whole world is erupting in slow motion into Springtime,
I would love to stick around and learn what all it has to say.
Song of the frog,
dance of the butterfly,
Spring, you speak in so many elegant languages!