I walk outside, open my arms, and greet the sun. I woke too late to see NEOWISE the comet in the early morning sky but I know she’s there streaking along.
We used to sleep outside on our deck on a featherbed. I’m with that this morning as I read these words.
When I went out
In the spring meadows
To gather flowers
I enjoyed myself
So much that I stayed all night
I’m also with John Muir:
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
May we balance on in and out as we feel what’s stirring within, and circling all about.