Infrequent transmissions

No cause, other than time passing, and it's spent in other places besides in front of this screen. Not lacking for subjects or content at all, to the contrary, maybe more material than ever. But like this buddha (one of a few scattered here and there on my mountain) I seem to find myself more interested in sitting still and listening (this early evening to doves, hummingbirds, an owl a bit ago) than talking or writing. Maybe my language is changing.

Well, of course it is...doesn't everything?

Note the smile. And for some reason, I was just struck just this moment with a sudden and powerful memory of the scent of wisteria...

Life. The wheel goes round.