June 2                                                     MY BACKYARD



Sitting in my backyard this morning, feet buried in the mud (I poured water into the dirt from a jug), almost eye- level with a wave of beautiful flowers that looks like a refined dandelion - while a flock of precious tiny birds filled the tree in front of me and flooded me with song for five minutes - one bird made a kind of little bird squawking sound and in minutes these tiny little perfect life forms filled this tree and gave me their hearts:  I wept like a baby...It was the kind of beauty that is so exquisite that I feel - helplessly happy, touched so deep in my heart, it feels like I'm holding my breath - blown away by what happens to m inside  beingness by immersing myself in listening and watching 

More qualities: motion in the visuals, a sense of movement/easy/but movememt; children's voices are the guiding thread

I also wrote six haikus..    It felt so good to write after such a hiatus  Next steps strategy/longterm is doing its best to solidify -  It's coming/I know it.