Softening my gaze as I walk along the trail, my pores open wider and my whole body breathes. I drink in scents of clover and grass, my tongue heavy with sweetness. Thoughts become slippery and words fall apart. I squat down and place my hand on a large rock. It is my way of acknowledging that I am here.

Right here. 


In a way, nobody sees a flower, really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

Georgia O'Keefe

photo: me, Springfarm Trailhead, Mohonk Preserve, NY. June 2018.