Today I was pondering the profound beauty that there is in the multiverse, and what other beings find exquisitely beautiful. I was deeply moved by the fallen yellow leaves in the winter rain. It made me remember a dream, where I was in this place once, sitting on the soft bluegreen sedge bank of a glassy lake with a lot of others at twilight, watching what looked like masses of soft, white sea anemones waving slowly under the water’s surface. The wind shifted softly in the trees. It was very peaceful, and everyone seemed to share the peacefulness, quietly, without needing to speak. I feel I have been through the multiverse and back again, a billion trillion times. There is beauty all around us, moments to move us, fill us with joy, break our hearts, if only we are to notice it. The shocking song of a yellow and green yucca, the fibonacci sequences in many things, the ringing in a rock, the diamonds that hang on branches after rain, the rings on water rippling outward, the exuberance of vines and the secrets in moss, massive fungi meditating under forests, the popping and squeaking inside trees. The open sky. The hurrying and scurrying in billions of directions of a billion furred thing, the murmuration of starlings and other winged beasts. I once read a book about a stranger in a strange land, and how they fell to earth, and marveled at the arcane and alien way of it all. Or maybe I never did read it. But I remember it nonetheless. If you should find yourself profoundly moved by the simplicity of the falling rain, or you find yourself noticing another who is dumbstruck by the wind in the grass as if for the first time, share the moment, share the peacefulness of it, and know, fellow travelers, that you are not alone. #multiverse #nature #beauty #winter #fallenleaves #rain #mandelaeffect #lifeofawriter #lifeofanartist #8 #reflection #water #rainyday (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIY6yXKDh4Y/?igshid=nzb3djmkufu3