Eating My Breakfast As I Walk

Eating my breakfast as I walk, plums and blackberries hang full and ripe along the roadside. An eagle appeared above as I approached the ocean, carrying my heart up among the heavens.

The mist is heavy, smoky from the fires up north. The air is cool and damp. I am in the midst of life. Heavy, light, full, ripe, heart, heavens.

 
Namaste