Yesterday, I walked to the beach at Tennessee Valley. The birds and flowers are resting. It’s a time to move inward and reflect on what nests within, what comes from release and connecting to birth.

I’m with these words of Annie Dillard:

We live and move by splitting the light of the present, as a canoe’s bow parts water.

I slow to split the light of the present.

A little bird chirps the way
Grounded with rocks
The ocean streams dreams
Transition
Crossing the Stream

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