like the songs and murmurs of the river, wind in the canyons and birds playing against the dusty browns of a winter landscape providing colors of joy a backdrop.
like the songs and murmurs of the river, wind in the canyons and birds playing against the dusty browns of a winter landscape providing colors of joy a backdrop.
Again lots going on as with the modern life many of us face, but in this case it seems manageable. You know how we tend to compartmentalize in dealings with life, this one feels like I'm looking at the compartments as they move.
I would put this one with the other scratchy one as a series, in which there are different ways of looking at similar things -- different types of minds or psychological states.
Intriguing.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream