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.
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.