I’ve watched them raid trash cans, pierce bags, open containers, pick carrion off the street and once kill and carry another bird back to the nest I’ve seen them as dedicated mothers and fathers, tending to the needs of their children, who seem to endlessly whine and complain once in the middle of courting, one dropped a pebble with a bow of nicely preened feathers, the other deciding on the gifted gem ravens are cruel and brash, social and sensitive, caring and smart a

they say on the spiritual side, everything is Being, while from the zero point of Quantum Physics, there’s one giant square dance of energy and matter yet, our experience of fresh air is different from being inside, and an oasis is a welcome change from a long walk in the desert it also means we take two squirts of cologne or perfume over a slather of dog poop now aren’t you glad you never bought into what society’s wise men had to say and chose instead, to breathe, d

I’ve lived a life of doing doing doing doing grinding and grunting as the wheels driver, cargo list maker taskmaster mover of inventory checker of boxes repairman a jack of all doing but today a shaft of sunlight broke through the braille of a rough gray sky a touch of serenity