Sometimes I look out our windows with envy. The deer, rabbits, chickadees, and foxes live without weight of belief and thought. Do they? I guess I don’t really know for certain. Sometimes I allow the weight of human opinion and disagreement weigh me down like wet January snow on cedar branches.
I Don’t Know 🤷♀️
I Don’t Know 🤷♀️
I Don’t Know 🤷♀️
Sometimes I look out our windows with envy. The deer, rabbits, chickadees, and foxes live without weight of belief and thought. Do they? I guess I don’t really know for certain. Sometimes I allow the weight of human opinion and disagreement weigh me down like wet January snow on cedar branches.