Good morning!
It’s Friday. We often joke that coming down to Portland is our version of going south for the winter, but it is amazing the difference a three-hour drive can make. That thick blanket of dirty snow has given way to a mysterious and inviting carpet of green. Look how it glows in the sunlight, how that tender green beckons the spirit.
Should I remove my shoes and walk across it in my bare feet?
Perhaps not yet, but soon enough.
“Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine the universe to be otherwise?”
—Victor Hugo
Respiteers, won’t you join me in our imaginary gathering pavilion at 2pm EDT to discuss how the universe has spoken to us this week? As always, check your inbox right before the hour.
Onwards we go,
Clara
Oh, go for it! 😄Take off those shoes!!!
Nature has a song to sing. We only need listen.