Christmas Morning at Walden.
Holidays can be so misleading.
Our over busy-ness preparing for them…
I’m no exception.
I’ve been moving so fast lately…
The solstice at Walden.
I record what others create.
I’m wondering about Thoreau
I walk through the woods.
About the days
The year he lived on the banks of Walden.
She sits patiently through all the days.
In the single moment of the present,
merely being is enough.