Extraordinary! Creative Peak Experience

Peak experience in nature

The morning poet William Stafford died, he drafted a poem containing these lines: You can’t tell when strange things with meaning will happen.  I’m (still) here writing it down just the way it was .“You don’t have to prove anything,” my mother said. “Just be ready for what God sends.” I listened and put my hand into the sun again. It was all easy.”

Watching the horizon
Out of the far sky, sounds like frogs’ croaking and braying from donkeys pervade the air, dark spots flying a moving amoeba. The black birds, I learned later anhingas, circle the Shumard oak trees floating a while on tropical air currents before coasting to nearby branches.