Find Yourself - Lose Your Way -
An online garden for peaceful introspective
She whispers my name... Only I can hear
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Some deer pass by Invisible in the darkness Their soft footfalls and the occasional sound of a snapping twig Are the only evidence of their passing The close pressed night shrugs and pays no notice But Sandy, my dog, is going out of her mind
I am the Accidental Taoist
A child of the sixties who has not forgotten the promise of those days.
But unlike so many people my age - I remember all the stuff that has gone down since then...
I believe in earth first - we have no other place to go.