From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, read by Clementine. Photo by Vicki Wallace Caucutt.

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A few weeks ago, driving through Central Oregon with Zepparella I had a thought as the girls lay dreaming in the back: maybe all the natural world is here purely to be recognized. The grass was waving at me as I drove, and I had a flash of gratitude that I could dream it into being. Maybe we are all here to just be seen. Maybe we are a dream of the hawk and maybe the hawk is a dream we set to flying. Maybe my true self is all the dreams dreamed. I am being seen and breathed and experienced and that is all I need to be.

(Noelle said, “did I see you wave at a tree?”)