202 is a neat number - it fits on the couch. How are you? We collect "art" you've found, or moments that you find artful. Our mailbox was delighted to see this:
|From Susan Needleman. "Yes, very mindful. Emptiness."|
Since we never sent our Mother's Day post it must still be mother's day like it is still earth day, if you're the umbilical type. For those of you that followed The Villas Goose sitting/ siting:
|Original Goose Bumps post|
|Week 3 : Yes, they feed on toxic golf putt grasses.|
|We found it Most Poignant|
|Dust, magnified 22 million times|
It's good to review that brooding is ideally something we need to move along through to get to the next state. By sharing the broody word with the brood patch, of plucking out ones own feathers in order to become more close, we relate to the irrepressible pull of sitting in vigil on a nest while the next generation grows underneath us and your own feathers (or gray hairs) are carried off into the breezes.
Please send found art, and your favorite tree to FAF@Homelandinspiration.org.