An e-mail from Joni (who is in San Diego helping her Mom) buoys my spirits...Joni wrote, in part:
Also enjoyed your 'but is it fun?' piece on the other blog - even as i'm sitting around in central heat, enjoying hot showers and running water, all the TV I could ever want to indulge in, even walking around outside in sandals and short sleeves--I'm missing our clear, crisp mountain air, our star-filled skies, our whispering pines, creaking oaks, howling coyotes - the traffic noise here never ceases! Paper tells of two pedestrians mowed down on sidewalks by intoxicated drivers, one at 7am! Too many blasted people moving around way too fast....and I miss you, Angel and Rocky -
I forgot to take pictures on my walk with Angel today. I was too busy listening to the wind blowing through the trees. A warm day, but the wind is blowing. I can hear it as I type this.
A sensuous experience, listening to the wind. A sign of Spirit--which is often called a wind. I love it!