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?
Welcome to Unfolds.
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.
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