11-29-24

Loving the old familiar places, and discovering new ground.

New ground, open ground, the land.

A vision of the sky and the feel of the earth

The whisper – the roar – the wind

How lucky I am, how can I not be grateful

Once again, I have been reduced, taken down a peg.

I am so much less, I have so much less, I want so much less,

It is so much better