old dry ecologies
Walking. Nice in the spring--a not quite born spring (maybe i am not quite born yet too), but the preparations are showing. Everything is heightened.
The past few days, so wonderful outdoors. Saw a huge hawk gliding close in the trees; me on the ground full of longing, to float simply in the air like that; to ride invisible currents. To release mind and body, weightless. Wind ruffling up the feathers. The hawk made swooping circles over the trees and then seemed to loop around and around the sun. T o watch the beauty, I put my hand up to cover the sun from my eyes. Then, looking up the hawk appeared to circle my upturned hand. A wonderful, rare perspective. (Not good for eyesight, but worth it.)
Peace and graces to all who enter here.