Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
Little mink, let me watch you.
Little mice, run and run.
Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open.
– Mary Oliver
Post #1 from the trail (or rather, a gas station just off trail): photos from the first handful of days.
So far, so surreal, so the words will have to wait. A hundred times a day I look around with gratitude and receive the kindness of a conversation or take in hawks soaring overhead or watch farmers spraying fields or notice a rabbit sitting tentatively nearby. Trail life is a dream, and I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.