I had a moment 20 years ago sitting by a puddle below the home I was building for my family and wrote a poem called a drop of me. It was the same acknowledgement that the puddle, the rain, the mist rising and my sweat were all one water, one drop one cloud.
I had a moment 20 years ago sitting by a puddle below the home I was building for my family and wrote a poem called a drop of me. It was the same acknowledgement that the puddle, the rain, the mist rising and my sweat were all one water, one drop one cloud.
ReplyDeleteThanks for such a sweet reminder!
Gentle Bear