28. April 2023

Every time these mountains catch my eye, I admire their shameless grandiosity. Reaching serenely up into sky and down into valley, arms wide open. Resolutely holding sacred space by being none other than themselves.

30. November 2019

Walking through a glade of oaks with golden leaves, I heard a sound. Tap....tap....tap. 'What is that sound?' Oh it’s acorns dropping from high high up in the branches onto the ground near me. My feet crunch over the carpet of acorns. They squish into the soft earth. Leaves gather in heaps all around streets and buildings. Pomegranates splatter all over the road, brown and rotting. Seeds spill out all over the place.