
Each day the same.
Yet unexpected.
I walk alone,
birthing friendship with Self, grass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…
Alone, the world holds me.
Written in response to the Medium’s Chalkboard prompt: Birthday By Dermott Hayes, April 9, 2020
-- a journey into awareness
Each day the same.
Yet unexpected.
I walk alone,
birthing friendship with Self, grass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…
Alone, the world holds me.
Written in response to the Medium’s Chalkboard prompt: Birthday By Dermott Hayes, April 9, 2020
If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn.
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Love this!
So true! I appreciate every little thing I see on my walks……hardly noticed them before.
I have been doing this kind of thing for years. I am elated to see more people doing it. This kind of presence is what I did when I was a small child and felt held by the world, friends with the bugs and audience to the clouds. I continue to remember the kind words of the teacher in the old movie Karate Kid, ” The sun is shining and the grass is green.
Unlike what you are saying, I never feel alone in this as I know I am connected to it all.