Observing a private moment without being noticed is one of life's great joys. I especially like moments of care, like this hug, or watching someone straighten someone's tie or fix their hair. These moments of people caring for each other are like soup for the observant spirit.
Absolutely beautiful! May we never lose our ability to stop in our tracks and take in the wonder. As i read your piece, the wind is swirling and the wind chimes are clanking a beautiful tune~their music is symphonic to my ears. The wonder of sound and how we hear it. Thank you, Annette!
Annette, your words meander like the path of wondering. I love the idea that Davis made stew from sticks. Simply the best memory.
Aaaah!!! The cardinal.....
This is perfect: “…constantly curate your curiosity, mold it into some sort of coherent form…”. AND you quote Kate diCamillo!
Lovely post, my friend. Love the Italian word for experiencing a moment. ❤️
Observing a private moment without being noticed is one of life's great joys. I especially like moments of care, like this hug, or watching someone straighten someone's tie or fix their hair. These moments of people caring for each other are like soup for the observant spirit.
Absolutely beautiful! May we never lose our ability to stop in our tracks and take in the wonder. As i read your piece, the wind is swirling and the wind chimes are clanking a beautiful tune~their music is symphonic to my ears. The wonder of sound and how we hear it. Thank you, Annette!