It makes sense to me that the sound of the spring birds pulling the sun out of her slumber tickles me in places hidden in other lives. I was a tree, after all, last time. I still have a lot of deep sadness that I can’t stay rooted in the forest allowing eternity to show me slow growth of my fellows.
But they remind me that I am a moving tree in this life, that I really wanted to walk, talk and dive into the challenges of free will and consciousness–as humans describe it.
Today, as every day, it is fitting to remember the world of gratitude I enjoy being on this planet. It is so much cooler than Venus, despite her passion. It is smaller than Jupiter, but not as eager in its fire. Its blue-green glow certainly warms the galaxy, and my heart orbits this dear earth.