Walking through the woods, I picked up a hunk of moss I found laying in the middle of the path.
I know almost every inch of these trails... which trees will flower first, a hidden patch of wild blueberry...
But I found a surprise!
A bunch of pussy willow, furry as could be, just about to leaf out.I picked a little sprig and found myself grinning.
I felt so rich & satisfied. There's so much goodness in every day.
The tang of cranberries in my oatmeal, wind whistling through the trees, the softness of that hunk of moss in my hand.
I'm spending my attention on these blessings, making them the focus of my art. To heck with the news, this is the real stuff anyway.
