Sandhill cranes huddle in the pasture like gray monks at morning prayer I observe their ritual:
First the gathering
Then the calling
Finally the silence
Cold draws creatures closer
What wisdom do they share in stillness?
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.
Sandhill cranes huddle in the pasture like gray monks at morning prayer I observe their ritual:
First the gathering
Then the calling
Finally the silence
Cold draws creatures closer
What wisdom do they share in stillness?