I have a book to write. It will have to wait a bit because I’m writing another one right now. But the title of it will be “Kisatchie Splendors.” Today I made a little time to go into the Kisatchie National Forest seeking splendor. Of course, I found it, at every turn. Dear people, have you ever just sat still for awhile in utter silence… well, with only the sounds of wind and distant crows.., and allowed the utter splendor of wild grass to restore your soul? BTW, it pleases me to know that we humans call this grass “bluestem”…

“Sempervirens” = “always green.” But in February, while most other vegetation is still dormant, the golden trumpets of yellow jessamine herald the coming of new life.

Lines of foam left on the sand by receding waves. Bits of pebble and shell. The texture of sand and its varied colors–despite what people tend to think. Not much but more than enough. Ephemeral yet eternal. The earth’s daily offerings.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. –Khalil Gibran Life & Death* look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new life why are you so busy with this or that or good or bad pay attention to how things blend why talk about all the know and the unknown see how the unknown merges into the known why think separately of this life and the next when one is born from the last –Rumi *excerpt

All of Creation will teach us to praise if we but learn to look and listen.