Today i looked closely at the curling bark of a yellow birch log fallen across a stream. if each day we take a moment to look at, and feel something real, something from natures hand, even our own breath entering and leaving our lungs, there will be no “once”; it will all be “now”.
Today i looked closely at the curling bark of a yellow birch log fallen across a stream. if each day we take a moment to look at, and feel something real, something from natures hand, even our own breath entering and leaving our lungs, there will be no “once”; it will all be “now”.