I was looking out my second story picture window today. Really looking and seeing.

There's a three story high tree next to my window, a shorter one to the left, on the other side of the lot there's a 6 foot hedge and beyond that a cemetery with multiple old and young trees flowers and bushes. All those trees and flowers were busy converting carbon into oxygen and producing food for a multitude of life.

I saw today, many birds, a squirrel, bees and a wasp, a gecko in the tree doing the throat thing, a dog walking his human but no cats today. I was thinking of all that life the soil with its bugs and worms. It all has a purpose and meaning a place to fit into life. Then there's me. No purpose no reason, I contribute nothing but I use much.

All that abundance right outside my window but I'm afraid to go out and embrace it. I sit in my darken rooms and gaze out afraid.

Not sure what I'm wanting from posting this, just wanted to share it I guess.