See that green and orange tulip bloom against the red barn? My body thinks that little flower wants to kill me. When the tulip tree begins to send out its pollens, my body sets up a racket of sneezing and sniffling and eye-watering–whatever it can do to try to keep the pollen out. Beautiful, though, aren’t they? I would like to fly above a grove of tulip poplars in May.
1. My bright and shiny group of mini-course kids. Yesterday was much harder than I had expected. It is exhausting to be the sole entertainment and input for a group of students for an entire day. A much bigger task than I had thought. But I love it, and I love them. Bright and shiny.
2. Murphy found his way home. (A small dog I know got out of his fence two days ago and spent a whole night and two days away from his people. He’s back with them now.)
3. All the shades of green.
4. Visuals for the sacred journey: labyrinths, spirals, pathways, stones. . .
5. Conversations that go deep and wide.
May we walk in Beauty!