I’m re-reading Annie Dillard’s wonderful book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.  I’ve read it many times over the years, each time with new receptivity and absorption.

Today I’m with this: What if I fell in a forest?  Would a tree hear my fall?

I’m reminded that we can feel warmth from the moon shining in the night if we pause to receive.

This weekend we were at a house with wire fencing to keep the animals out of the gardens.  Grandson had seen butterflies and a caterpillar, and with concern he went into the house and returned with a long strand of yellow yarn which he proceeded to weave through the wires an inch or so above the ground.  He said it was so the insects would see the fence and not be hurt.

Annie in her book invites us to return to seeing like a child.  I see yarn weaving through my thoughts.