Very odd to have this come in for a landing over your head as you're kayaking. But a fun thing to photograph just the same.
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The boardwalk.
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MORNING SPACE

Within the time morning breaks and I open my eyes is a stillness that acclimates me to the essence of the day. I lay awake within and fill my mind with the leftover of dreams and the feelings of return. The light comes through the trees and reaches into the Garden Center. The spread of pattern then begins her journey across the garden floor.
Each flower dips into the pattern and drinks up the blend of harmony that spills into its roots and leaves. The buds open and lay fertile their interior for the birds and bees who then too drink up the pattern till it reaches their wings. The spread opens them, and they fly through the pattern of life reaching into their delicate sensing, and the tones begin to emerge from them. Songs. Songs of color, brilliance, illumination, and beauty, all calling the center of life into itself.
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MORNING SPACE

Coming closer into the Garden View, I watch the morning become itself. I close myself around myself and feel the tender parts of me become nurtured. I look through the loft door and become enamoured with all the rich color and line is see, Morning becomes a rich oasis for my eyes. The playfulness of a life becomes centered into one Garden plan and I realize I have reached what I have sought to feel. A pattern now sets into place, a picture becomes whole with the richness of time. The patience of years becomes slowly into place. One view becomes the window I look through, and the joining of images becomes purposed.
I recall the past only to set doubt aside. I lean into the erasure of fear and become more compassionate with who I am.
Life becomes more rocked than pushed, and I roll out the door into the Garden Plan.
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Sometimes it just helps to remember the snow. Ah.
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My foot.
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Meant to post this on the 4th.
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