a walk on the earth
and the sky and the wind
and the rising moon
This is what matters.
keeping it simple....reflecting on life with pictures and poems in the Japanese tradition of Zen
Just down the street there’s a summer basketball camp where I go after dinner in the early evening to watch boys and girls playing basketball. Watching these girls stirs the young girl in me. I didn’t play basketball when I was young and I know I can’t now and that’s okay, yet in my heart, I feel that I can. I’m right there on the court running with the ball, beating the defender, and floating the shot with a smile, every time.