This is one of my favorite moments. Everyone else in the house is sleeping, except me and the kitty. The morning is soft and foggy, with only the intensely happy song of some little birds nesting in the barn. The horses are enjoying their breakfast. Between the munching of hay and the chirping of the birds, I find the space to listen to the possibility of everything.
I was looking at some beautiful photos taken by an Indonesian photographer, Tri Joko, and I’ve been thinking about what he said: “We need to realize that life can not be repeated.”
Walking back to the house, with each step that I took, I found myself saying, (left foot)“Thank” and (right foot) “you”.