Random Leaf

random leaf and I

histories intersected

in  mindful present

During quiet time, some may whisper into the ears of dried grass; or listen to the wafted murmers of zephyrs passing by. During quiet time this morning, I shared a few moments with fallen leaves –  thinking about the momentary intersection of their histories and mine: a random connection, prompting a snapshot and poesy. Yes: I must have way too much quiet time…

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 40 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his 40 years of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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