My Woods

 


Featured image: Yellow Birds at the Feeder

I wonder how I can ever feel angry when I look at “my woods.” Today, I have officially decided to call them “my woods.” That is assuming a lot, but they sure feel like “my woods.” The sun is shining on “my trees,” and the birds are at my feeders.

I feel so grateful. I can’t imagine ever feeling angry. Why do I get angry? And yet, I still do.

Today, I am simply grateful for all this “wonder.” So I am sharing and just embracing the day, even though I have to do taxes… grrrrrrr.

Love to all.

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