day one hundred eighteen

sitting at the window.

4.28.2010

sitting at the window, admiring the morning. watching through our painted fun the birds, the wind, the light as it strikes what's below. looking at two gardens: the garden of my making the day before and the front garden of our making over the course of four years of working in the dirt. moments of stillness and appreciation allow my creative spirit to speak. i must settle, become silent so that the wisdom within has its chance to be planted as well.