| When in the Woods Settling into stillness, spine straight, shoulders relaxed, lines from a Robert Frost poem glide through my thoughts, images never lost. Settling into stillness I open to the sounds of a grey squirrel up high, gathering for winter and never asking why. Settling into stillness the minutes drop away. Pain and joy become one, one moment, one life time, one with the setting sun. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |