Simple modernity.

Bands of grey clouds streak the sky. A hawk flies past trees with no
leaves the breeze makes murmur. An indoor bed cuddles a stray cat. An
ancient dryer hums mechanical sounds. These things make my day.

Watching each other.

A kind kitty watches me as I wake in the morning. I watch the kind kitty as
she sleeps in the afternoon.

I miss the spider.

A spider once lived in a corner of my house. The spider's residence lasted
for some time. I enjoyed watching the spider and all of its spiderly
activities. I have not seen the spider for some time. I miss the spider.

What to do on a rainy day?

Sit. Think. Look. Thank. Wonder. Ponder. Awe.

Enough!

What more diversion do we need than our thoughts? What more activity do we need than time's passing? How much more richness do we need than solitude?

The time of the year.

Chipmunks eat silver maple seeds and carry acorns to their burrows.

Water from the sky!

So nourishing!!

Time.

I love days when I'm not aware of time's passing.

What if this is as good as it gets?

I love quiet days surrounded by flowers and bees and birds and butterflies
... chipmunks, squirrels, neighbors and kitty ... gentle sunshine and
breeze ... and when I say to myself, "well, it couldn't get much better."

Possibility?

I wonder how might feel a creative and helpful life.

Wondering ...

Who will ponder with me the nature of infinity and whether my will is free?

Paths ...

I must come to believe and feel my path, as are all others, is holy and
gracious.

Vittles (??!!)

I love grey, quiet days with vittles simmering on the stove top and their
pleasant smells permeating my home.

I do by being

I'm often plagued by the notion that I must do something. I am, and that is
something in itself.