The Beauty of Unknowing

On daffodils, daylight, and the quiet magic of trusting the path

Dear Reader

It’s Sunday morning, the sky is a moody mix of dark greys and dazzling white with soft blue sky above and wispy clouds floating gently high above the cedars. I’m bringing this draft into Substack, ready for publication, a touch of editing, formatting and adding photos. It’s been a wonderful week. A feast for my mind and heart: playing ukulele…