being
What is it to just be. I am learning what it means, slowly… After a lifetime of doing, being seems so foreign. I am beginning to understand the joy of being and also how uncomfortable it can be. Getting comfortable with simple things, seeing the beauty in the most subtle. Being filled with wonder at the patterns carved by the sea, lake, wind, river, sand. Each place unique to the rhythms and patterns of nature,.
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