Sometimes looking at familiar things from a different point of view is insightful.
From up on the fourth floor, the plantings in my work courtyard look like an ancient goddess figure.
It helps me remember that Mother Earth is always here with me.
The fog earlier in the week felt like a much-needed embrace from nature. There is something that transcends petty divisions and abides, no matter how cruel people can be.
Glad to have our ranch, my friends, and the animals.
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