Buying a level doesn’t make my life balanced.
Hanging pictures, I take time to select the sizes, objects, colors, to create an appealing atmosphere. I wonder, how will others notice the choices I’ve made to create a home?
From experience, it will not be like walking into the forest, heavy with mist and mystery.
The frog on the trail, pretending to be a stone.
Tall oak trees, enveloping the struggling hemlock.
The fairies emerging from the ferns and abandoned tree trunks.
The leaves and branches, touching me as I pass, cleansing my aura.
Beauty and mystery balance me with the most precious tool of silent wonder.
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