i am just heading to the woodpile William. it is snowing here and the cats are catching snowflakes in play as i write this. the universe comes together.
Very unique perspective. Like the notion (maybe it is true)that energy is never gone. It just keeps transfering like trace evidence. In any case, I will think of this in snow.
And now, I do understand why, when it is snowing, I always rise my face and look up there to the sky, and down in the soil, and around. And open wide my arms and smile. . . :) And why a snowy silent landscape, feels almost like crowded and covered with hope and life.
In winter i always think of the prints of bird steps in the snow, you're wonderful poem William. Now i also will think of this beautiful one. I thank you for that, it's comforting to remember these.
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wow William,
just genius...
Snowflakes caressing your face...
i am just heading to the woodpile William.
it is snowing here and the cats are catching snowflakes in play as i write this.
the universe comes together.
~robert
Very unique perspective. Like the notion (maybe it is true)that energy is never gone. It just keeps transfering like trace evidence. In any case, I will think of this in snow.
Glad this appeals to yours, Brad. Thank you!
A sweet communion, Monika.
It does, Robert, and the cats treat it as a big, beautiful ball of string.
Then don’t be surprised, Annie, if some of them turn into butterflies.
I'll never look at snowflakes the same way again! But then, I never do.
Another way that those that have passed on can still keep in "touch"...love it, William :)
Because you are looking, Gabriella....
Thank you, Jan. It is a lovely thought indeed.
And now, I do understand why, when it is snowing, I always rise my face and look up there to the sky, and down in the soil, and around. And open wide my arms and smile. . . :) And why a snowy silent landscape, feels almost like crowded and covered with hope and life.
Beautiful, Alberto. Thank you. It’s wonderful to hear your voice.
This is just so good.....
Thanks, Kevin.
In winter i always think of the prints of bird steps in the snow, you're wonderful poem William. Now i also will think of this beautiful one. I thank you for that, it's comforting to remember these.
Just as it’s comforting, Monica, to know they’re read and remembered by someone as kind and sensitive as you. Thank you.
Wow, this is WAY COOL!!!!!!!Thanks William, I'll be tasting snowflakes with new vision now!
Wonderful, Deb, thank you!
I've been away from these pages for too long, William. Perfectly lovely. We'll all make it yet. :)
word verification: munday :)
Thank you, Katie. It’s great to hear from you again.
This is completely beautiful, William. An undeniable example of just how powerful words can be.
I’m honored by your kind words, Leigh. Thank you.
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