Postcards #60 from Shinrin-yoku Come back to the trees, the bushes, the rocks, to the water and to the stars. Come, sit with me, watching the clouds dancing with the wind, and swimming slowly away.
In the midst of never resting changes, some friends come, some go, some stay. This post is about a poem of David Whyte which incorporates most of what I can't form with words presently. But I feel. What a pleasure is to travel short or long, close or far, accompanying each other. What a heartache is to… Continue reading Friendship