This weekend was like 3 seasons all at once — Friday was fall, Saturday was winter, and today, finally, was spring. What possesses that mercurial Mother Nature sometimes? The truth is — even though it felt crazy bundling up in foul weather gear in April — I like when the natural world keeps me on my toes.
It’s a reminder:
No complacency.
No boredom.
No habits or ruts.
It’s all new, surprising and awe-inspiring, this wild world…
To build a stick house,
to trust the simplicity
of wood, air and light
That is a nifty bundle of sticks! And really, is our “house” of body any more complex than that? Trust the air, the light, the breath, and stand ready to be inhabited by the Universe.
Tanita!! Your comments are like little poems!!
I like the idea of a stick house. A little more than straw, but a little less than bricks.
🙂
me too…