Rumi:

“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.”

Photos from where I live.

Siesta for Ducks
Coming Closer
An array of painted rocks in the park
One large painted rock in the grass
A neighbor puts out chalk to inspire creative design in their driveway
A collection
Four-leafed Clover
It’s Spring!

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