A hush of silence.
Pre-dawn luminosity.
The snow has fallen.
Thoughts on slowing down and savoring the details
A hush of silence.
Pre-dawn luminosity.
The snow has fallen.
Natures ornaments
offering bursts of color
on an ashen day.
Each Advent morning
I arise from sleep to be
enchanted by light…
(yet again)
Suspended in love,
each tiny water droplet
is full of Wonder.
Within each center
lives the whimsical life force
of the mystical
Like a mother hen
I will not back down in the
face of injustice.
Beautifully whittled,
layer by layer, peeled back
revealing essence.
Guard your heart against
anything that might hinder
loving compassion.
Mystical sightings
reveal themselves in each seed:
Holy angel wings.
Oh so gradually,
the embodiment of love
becomes our purpose.