Re-turn. Re-peat. Re-visit.
Begin in the beginning. End where ever it is you began.
There they were - again. Waiting. In the last patch of winter. In the shadows.
I wondered if they'd come to this spot to find me? Or - was it me who came here to find them?
Is it fate? Or is it fortune?
I thought of what it is to practice this art of attention. Of noticing. Of looking at the same scene over and again...and always thru new eyes.
I thought about what it is to connect.
To the shadows.
To the quiet.
To this surprise.
Practice....and all is coming.
Show up...and you've already arrived.
I'm forever grateful for the wisdom...the truth... and the teachings of all that.