I stepped away from my computer to savor a breath of crisp November air and found myself collecting fallen leaves from the California Sycamore Tree. As I continued to seek out the most beautiful shapes and colors–where mustard, crimson and burnt orange bled together seamlessly–I realized in a flash that I had gone temporarily sane.
Nature beckons us seductively to pay attention. She courts us with her pulsing life–rendered in invitingly rich hues, velvety textures and and sweet scents. Can we stay awake to the wonderland we live within? Is it possible to have one foot in reality, while keeping the other squarely grounded in the mystery? That is my experiment. Join me?