Even upon first arriving I can already taste the joy of the cool mountain air. I can smell the truth of all of life as it weaves its way in and out of the trees. I can feel my lungs fill up inside with love from every direction and every source of life. I can
Several weeks ago I came across a post on Facebook with some extraordinary fantasy images. As I read I learned that these were done by artificial intelligence. I admit that I was intrigued and began searching for how this was done. I was able to find the Midjourney site and spent hours lost in creation.
We begin our journey with no compass to guide following our sun and moon hoping their direction is right from our first tentative steps taken as we were shown to our first leap out into the wide world alone our journey influenced by others we meet along the way whether it be years, months, or
I can’t help but wonder, does Nature mourn the changing of Seasons? Is it difficult to go from the vibrancy and vitality of Summer to the colorful garden of Fall and then to the slumber of Winter? Do the leaves compare themselves to others with all of the differing colors and shades of Fall? Are