Hi Patrick, re-reading parts of your stream of consciousness waywardwords, pieces of reality, clouds of illusion; as I listen to others in their podcast communiques from this war room or that underground bunker; watching as the rosy light expands from the eastward sky onward towards the window looking back at me; listening as Bob the Rooster lets out a reminder he and the ladies are still cooped up and need to be let out to scratch around their existence, so I better take another sip from the cooling coffee cup and put on the snowpants warming up near the woodstove; and the goats will be looking out of their shed windows with their impossibly slitted eyes looking and listening for the crunching of snow that tell them the mysterious one is approaching with gifts in hand of dried corn and such; life goes on, another breath, another thought, another sip of cool coffee.
Still here. Still reading. Still thinking. Still loving and hoping and wondering and on and on and on......
Hi Francesco....sounds like you've moved right in from doctor to farmer, up early with the animals and birds and noticing the news from around the world with a calm mind and a coffee warning us that life is moving in towards a cold winter regardless of the yellow rays heading my way here in the west.....thanks for your words westward.
Hi Patrick, re-reading parts of your stream of consciousness waywardwords, pieces of reality, clouds of illusion; as I listen to others in their podcast communiques from this war room or that underground bunker; watching as the rosy light expands from the eastward sky onward towards the window looking back at me; listening as Bob the Rooster lets out a reminder he and the ladies are still cooped up and need to be let out to scratch around their existence, so I better take another sip from the cooling coffee cup and put on the snowpants warming up near the woodstove; and the goats will be looking out of their shed windows with their impossibly slitted eyes looking and listening for the crunching of snow that tell them the mysterious one is approaching with gifts in hand of dried corn and such; life goes on, another breath, another thought, another sip of cool coffee.
Still here. Still reading. Still thinking. Still loving and hoping and wondering and on and on and on......
Francesco
Hi Francesco....sounds like you've moved right in from doctor to farmer, up early with the animals and birds and noticing the news from around the world with a calm mind and a coffee warning us that life is moving in towards a cold winter regardless of the yellow rays heading my way here in the west.....thanks for your words westward.
I'm listening to the sounds of rain and the ocean from NSW Oz, and it just fits right in.
I like the hat in the last pic.
It was a famous hat..retired now.....where is NSW Oz?
New South Wales, Australia. ^__^
is that where you are?
Noooo. I'm listening online. I'm on the Kitsap Peninsula. :)
we're close... :)
We are. Coffee someday, eh?