
Birds singing so sweetly. Sliver crescent moon & golden sky. Beautiful new day.
Vicious tornadoes. Powerful storms. Hundreds die in the south. A mile-wide tornado leveled Tuscaloosa. Here on my ridge, a wild midnight ride. We watched nearby forest trees dance Tahitian, not hula. With lightning strikes, one after another after another. Sheets of rain. Wind and thunder. My sunrise viewing chair ended up in the back field... So minor in context...
"Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?"
Today's prayer is made with dirt and mulch... No laptop, just shovel and clippers... Rocks, weeds, flowers, love... Waiting for the sun...
"People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering."
"The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy." ~ Eudora Welty All gray sky, except for a patch of glowing light, in the middle of my mountain ridge. Think I'll run with it... Everything is extraordinary.
Ben Harper & Jack Johnson, ♪♫ ♪♫ My Own Two Hands ♪♫ ♪♫
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Rapid-moving clouds, left-to-right, along my ridge... 