learn
little
things
along
the
way

amazing how a chipmunk filling his cheeks with leaves can make me happy
(tired body, over-loaded with disregard, and it all comes together)
i wonder where he takes those leaves, i wonder if he tastes those leaves
a life, so small, and filled with purpose

i admit, i often contemplate life.
the purpose, the gift, the struggle, the questions
for my own life and the lives outside myself (chipmunks included)
good or bad, i like to do it... feel life that is.
i am thankful, that i can take things to heart
because a life without heart, what's the point?
even if it's endless questions...

what a beautiful (not-so) surprise