Plants, in general
The frisbee veers into the brush. Lua and I walk over. As we crouch over the planter box I look down and notice green protruding jaws cup two tablespoons of water. As I inch closer, I notice white spots, patterns …
musings
Seeing without judgment
I engage with the present moment - in this case, staring at my daughters face. And there’s no background noise - remarkable. I’m calm, just…being. It’s peace. Not by addition, rather by subtraction! The removal of cruff leaves the desired …