Friday, June 3, 2011

More Fully

Delightful peace. Waited for the sun to break through the clouds.

Light fills the cove. Cool clean air. Chorus of birds. Sweet sounds. Clouds, billowing, covering. There is power in living.

"None of us really changes over time.
We only become more fully what we are."
Anne Rice

Things on this ridge are ever-changing. You have to be there aware. Reach out and grab them with eyes, ears, heart...

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