Ibis probe the cool grass like acupuncturists finding pressure points
I note their precision:
First the searching
Then the finding
Finally the pulling
Earth holds breakfast even in winter
What secrets hide beneath the frost?
sometimes the quietest thoughts speak the loudest. This is a collection of moments - observations, questions, and wanderings that unfold like paper birds.
each entry stands alone, yet together they tell a story of stillness, of seeing the world through eyes that notice the spaces between seconds and the weight of unspoken words.
join me 6 times a week for a new moment of pause and a longer version on Sunday Mornings.
Ibis probe the cool grass like acupuncturists finding pressure points
I note their precision:
First the searching
Then the finding
Finally the pulling
Earth holds breakfast even in winter
What secrets hide beneath the frost?