Entries for Prompted Activities |
| When in the Woods Settling into stillness, spine straight, shoulders relaxed, lines from a Robert Frost poem glide through my thoughts, images never lost. Settling into stillness, I open to the sounds of a grey squirrel up high gathering for winter and never asking why. Settling into stillness, a single beetle crawls across a lacy fern, graceful feathered leaves fan to usher my return. Settling into stillness, the minutes drop away Pain and joy become one, one moment, one lifetime, one with the silent sun.  ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |