To witness wonder in action,
watch a puppy
in her first snow.
Nose to the ground,
in yoga’s perfect downward dog,
she sniffs and snorts,
then dances in
circles as she
tosses this mysterious thing.
No thought of the
future, only
this moment, now.
To witness wonder in action,
watch a puppy
in her first snow.
Nose to the ground,
in yoga’s perfect downward dog,
she sniffs and snorts,
then dances in
circles as she
tosses this mysterious thing.
No thought of the
future, only
this moment, now.
by BHW 3 Comments
I want to live on wonder’s edge,
to shut out the
jackhammer of
old stories and
fears and blames and everything
that limits me,
feeds my ego,
to be present,
to cast aside old habits, and
in their place,
silence, stillness
to invite grace.
With gratitude to Kathleen Dowling Singh for her presentation on “The Grace in Aging” at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, January 24, 2015
Sun low in the Western sky, a
single bird with
cheerful song flies
over our heads.
Through the freeze-fried grass to pond’s edge,
footsteps crunching.
Luna, ever
the explorer,
sniffs and paws at each new smell, sight,
always present,
a reminder
for her mistress.
Early morning. Stacked, blue-grey clouds
drifting above,
backlit by sun,
moving slowly.
12 geese with raucous cries fly in
formation, with
one drifter far
behind, soaring
to his own fluttering music,
apart but close.
Who can’t be filled
with gratitude?