gentle surprises

Ah, the morning has passed as I prepared these pictures to share with you

and a gloomy one it was, too, the fall colours starting

I spent yesterday allowing this to unfold from my coloured pencils and watercolour pencils with no agenda- except for the bird in the flower- happy to be led into Fairy Wisdom.

They seem surprised, don't they?

 

like Muji was the other day

and Babu, who I came upon this morning, having his after-breakfast-wash-up

He was happy to greet me

by throwing himself onto his back

 

and beckoning me for some attention

 

the soul of love

 

Muji has returned to his favourite chair- Wally's-

by the heat pump now that the weather has cooled.

 

let all our surprises be gentle,

present to the nature of life,

living,

and being.