When we begin to see though the illusion we once took to be 'me', there is a simultaneous emergence of our true nature from the background, where it has been waiting patiently for us to sober up from the intoxication of seeking.
~ Bob O'Hearn
Grape Hyacinth
Meandered to the tree house this morning and as I settled in all was quiet.
As I sat I longed to be under the feeders in the yard. So, I moved and it was awesome.
With birds coming and going...
Flocks of different birds moving magically through the air...
Air under the wings of the chickadees...
Towhee calls, cardinal song...
Wrens beginning to build a nest
