I know I’ve been a bit quiet recently. You see I was waiting until I had something to say. And if I didn’t then I was just going to say nothing and wait. Wait until something came to me. And it did. It came to me one morning when I was having a break from munching grass and happened to see a heron flying slowly over the river. It lifted me up. I hope it lifts you up too. Mary Oliver’s beautiful poem.

This morning
The beautiful white heron
Was floating along above the water

And then into the sky of this
The one world
We all belong to

Where everything
Sooner or later
Is a part of everything else

Which thought made me feel
For a little while
Quite beautiful myself.