Lab notes:

The labyrinth made of yarn hung on the tall grass in spots.  There was no dew, and it went down with a giggle on the grass.  Millions of blades of rich unique thatched green, thick, dead and glistening alive.  Good shoes allow me to find the holes without stumbling.  Being prepared for life with the comfort of Divine Love.

Some corners sharper than others.
Walking together in step.  Walking at different speeds.

Mountains of full lush berry blossom snowbanks hiding huddled sleeping earth beings, cuddled as tight as thickets can. 

The bushes and thistles tug on my clothes begging me to stay.  To dive beneath their protective shelter and curl up in the arms of Gaia’s love.