Out of Doors


Two paths diverged in a wood. Honk if you love trees. My best ideas come from clouds. Ponder the galaxies, the salted night sky, the vast wonder of the ocean. Really see. Hear His voice. Know better His thoughts. Hold my calls, I have an appointment with a grasshopper. Tides and mountains and birdsong. Insects. Garden snakes. Counting crows. Literally.

out for a run

if you don’t believe in love at first sight

if ever I become a doctor

i am standing in a wooded clearing

the road to everglades national park

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