In All Our Years

Author: In All Our Years

Practicing love and kindness for all.

You must grow the tree, harvest the fruit, squeeze the juice into a glass and then compost the remains.

The subtropical sunrise nowadays is a bit later here ...

I love to see the health of the leaves, both young and old, even in the harsh conditions of its roots.

Ponders

"there are tumblers that click into place"

I do not recall if I thought of the imminent arrival of night. I just played the day as if there would be forever light.

Abundance is not only the large quantity of something, but the presence of something we need in that moment.

Poetry

There is a quiet amidst as birds sleep in ...

Poetry

It is rare to find a friend like that.

Story

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet ...

... we have only been here for one second ...