First I saw your belly (uhhh…any scientists in the audience….thorax?)
Oooh-la-laa!……Lime legs.
Glass door slid open with grace,
you did not flee.
Hello Beautiful!
Look at you…..
Who made you?
God? Mother Nature?
Your feet(?) look like wedding cake embellishments.
My…what big eyes you have! The better to see you with my dear….
Patterned antenna—fancy!
Thanks for hopping by little friend.
Yesterday I mentioned one of my red threads is “I see you.”
I’ve been thinking about that, and confess there are many times I do not understand what I see.
Sure….my subconscious mind immediately sets to work pulling files from the archive, collating, and writing a story.
The skill I’m working on is consciously calling, “Stop!!!! Put the pen down!”
So that I can see
the beautiful grasshopper
in front of me.
"The skill I’m working on is consciously calling, “Stop!!!! Put the pen down!”
So that I can see
the beautiful grasshopper
in front of me."
Now I'm working on that skill too . . . in my own unique way . . . "Tom! Notice when your mind, your thinking mind, is going faster than your seeing, experiencing, awareness system." Thanks for the reminder to keep improving my skill at continuously seeing.