Memories of pretend tea served in tiny cups to children sitting on a perfect lawn. Cherries fall, while frills and ribbons sadly give way to realization.
First a priest in white and gold. Strawberries, shortcake and kindness follow. A yogi appears, along with a swallow. Enlightenment is elusive. A seeker seeks.
We lay claim to the seasons. June is celebrated. Awards are given, friendships are sealed, and kindness makes an appearance as we time-travel to the 1960's.
Getting offline. A case of spring fever, where a human and herbaceous cross-species love affair blooms. Capture dandelion wishes amongst the blades of grass.
I absorb tragic news, reflect on the state of the news media and online emotional resiliency, and decide after all, that I am only human in this emoticon world.
It is a kind of quiet bliss. A feeling of being connected, body and mind. It comes with a sense of timelessness, a slowness in the passing of the day, and a certain spaciousness.