Creatures Calling Quietly

Technology rules the ecology of the day. I work to use my intuitive virus blocking skills as my nose runs a bit. Internal, external realities become the work of manifestation. I am sad to hear about Shaun White, but even in Northern MN, sometimes the fish do not bite. You will know when things are right. It seems as if I am not quite seeing the point of the day, but I do feel a bit of respite. I know when to engage and when to walk away. Staying in the silence of home community leaves me with little to say. Even the little chickadees are quiet, and somewhat respectful today. I met a delicate spider in my shower this morning. He clung to the slick wall, and I rub a dub dubbed, lathered without a scream. I feel the horsies knocking at my barn door trying to welcome this little puppy into the parade on the farm. Many things are labelled good. I just label things ALIVE.