In a world where so much human effort seems to go toward trying to convince us what to think or believe, I find comfort in the natural world with mostly only my senses in tow. I don’t have to think anything to feel the sun on my face, a breeze on my arm, hear the song of a bird or the flutter of wings as they fly past, see the blue sky, white clouds, brown bark of trees or pine needles, the remaining green leaves of plants and shrubs, even in winter. I don’t have to think anything to feel my breath coming in and going out, to even feel the subtle beating of my heart. I don’t have to believe anything, to know that I am truly alive. I only need to receive.
January
