tender threads buoy up
vulnerable longings for
sustaining goodness
Thoughts on slowing down and savoring the details
tender threads buoy up
vulnerable longings for
sustaining goodness
Hangs in the balance:
what has been and what will be.
Hoping for beauty.
And so the spiral
completes one more rotation.
We begin again.
Mysteriously
connected and suspended.
As it is, so we are.*
Window ferns and frost
adorn frigid window panes.
Phenomenal art.
It doesn’t make sense.
But there is an odd beauty
when we look closely.
Out looking for light
in the deserted alley
on the longest night.
Bit by tiny bit
the wonders of life create
Dazzling Beauty.
*Photo Cred: Sadie GZ
The beauty of a
single snowflake is fleeting.
Focus on the NOW.