Thursday, January 5, 2012
"If you wish to know the divine,feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand" Buddha
Journal notes 12-31-11
...Sun on my back,cool air on my cheek.It's two o'clock and a howl starts up.That's when the twelve stray puppies were fed yesterday;is the peaceful afternoon over?
I can hear them rustling in the leaves of the pen.
A glancing ray of sun brightens a fern frond that peeks out from behind a tall pine.A sparrow is in the tree above my bench ,sitting with a huge seed in her beak wondering what to do.A few others are preening in the other apple tree.Quiet work.Hawk way up in the still air,drifting,looking.A small wren is over by the house foraging among the leaves.Squirrels doggedly chasing each other around the pines.
I look over at the grass growing among the trees on the acre next to me, watch the sparrows pecking and for a minute I know that it's spring;the frond is still lit up, bright apple green.