the saying goodbye part is stirring
how could it not
knowing I will be going home makes it a soft landing
saying goodbye this time feels different as you can well imagine
I am trying to focus on the absolute lucky chance, the beautiful chance I have been given instead of the hard goodbye.
a barn I walk by nearly every day admiring the rusty tin siding.
I have had ample time to notice the littlest of things such as the coloring of petals.
The spots on ladybugs
blades of grass
clouds
the developing stages of pomegranates, blackberries, rice, cattails, black walnuts, almonds, figs, and
the dance of willow branches in the wind.
I have collected eggs when they are still hot and wet and watched killdeer eggs hatch.
Nature or earthing has taken over a big part of my daily life and I am going to miss those fields, that magnificent sense of space I have thoroughly enjoyed these last five months.
Time spent with my mom doing nothing at all except being comfortable in each other's space.
The gift of time.
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