I’m spiritual to the point of complete fanciful notions.

Hee. I’m one of the people for whom 11.11 leaps out and grabs me, in peculiar circumstances sometimes. I believe trees have feelings and will always ask before I sit under it. I tell it throw something at me if you want me to go. I’ve seen ghosts and I am beginning to become convinced that there’s an element of ESP in my bones as some coincidences happen too often to be coincidences.
I like the notion of white feathers being spirits and I like the notion that sometimes you can have real meetings of other souls in your dreams. like a coming together to share a message. well I get hat a lot.
I have a word to which I attribute all this beauty and grace. That word to me is God. but… I don’t follow religion so it’s really a faith or a state of mind that I’ve named that, and give thanks to.

My idea of wonder is seeing that leaf that fell off the tree right in front of your eyes and no one in the entire universe saw that but you. that bird with a worm in it’s mouth, the smell of snow, the lowing of cows in the evening.

this complete, and I’m so sorry but, self-indulgent scoop out of my brain there is… for me I follow bruce lee: don’t think; feel.

logic is only man made. the world and its existence makes logic a drop in the ocean. there’s so much more wonder out there.

enjoy.