Butterflies flutter about me. Dragonflies cruise past, I swear I hear their laughter. Mountains and hillsides dance in the sunlight, as I do. All this, even on the hardest days. Holding close the bodhisattva vows – I vow to do no harm. I vow to do good. I vow to do good for people. Lost in the space between my ears. My birth certificate, hands on her hips, tilting her head, says, “Look what you’ve gotten us into.” (What do you say to that?)
My photo, Errol Heights, Portland., early summer 2021. Spirit animal on the journey south. And who knew there’d be one north?
Not knowing. Par for the course.
from a mountain bench 
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