Good morning!
It’s Sunday. We’ve left the wise old cedar tree and continued on a well-worn path through the woods to the edge of the pond that really is a pond—and that really has thawed.
We’re standing among grasses and shrubs and scraggly tamarack trees that grow in the thick, peat-rich bog that circles most of the pond. If we all bounced up and down at the same time, we’d see that everything around us was bouncing too.
We’re all standing here together, floating, holding, and being held.
“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
Onwards we go,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
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