As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.
Black Elk
Requiem
A fallen grey feather
caught by stone,
stretched over stone,
its gull long gone.
There is so much beautiful detail in a single feather
A little limb reached out over my path, beads of rain glistening along its length
A nearly heart-shaped puddle in the road, reflected skeletal treetops
On Christmas eve morning in the fog, trees that normally would be lost in the backdrop of the woods, came into sharper focus
Bright red berries on a thorny branch asserted their presence.
Dried and twisted blossoms were frozen in time - as if a storm passed and they remained where the wind blew them.
Viburnum berries hung from a bare branch - ripe for a hungry bird.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Rumi
A mood of reverence came over me this week, giving everything I saw so much significance. I hope the pictures convey what I felt. These are gifts that I am so grateful for.
Thank you for being here.
I hope your holidays are full of love, joy, and wonder. See you next year!