Within and without —
cross the threshold for new dreams
in the pulsing heart.

I came upon this lone door in a valley outside the town of LaConner, WA during a 2015 bike ride before the pandemic.

It was a treat to stop and ponder a displaced door in a rolling valley near an old cemetery with leaning tombstones. 

Surreal. 

But not nearly as surreal as 2020.  We collectively crossed the threshold into a changed world. 

What would be our attitudes?  To get riled up by world chaos? Or to find moments throughout each day to be in the present moment? Easier said than done!

I lie on the grass to contemplate the sun filtering through our mountain ash tree.  Sun sparkles through its pointed leaflets.   

At night, I listen to the wind rustle its branches.  Music!  Our mountain ash uses two of my five senses:  sight and sound.  In fall and winter, I am surprised to learn that robins, blue jays, and black-capped chickadees become drunk on its fermented berries. 

Must keep eyes open to witness the little winos.

And You?  What activities or non-activities bring you joy?

May your one pulsing heart find you safe and happy!