Hello, dear friends.
It's been quite a week, right? It seems the entire planet is engulfed in flames - real or emotional. Here in the high desert, I escape from it all when I walk in the early morning. Just as the sun peeks over the mountains, I saunter. It's a quiet and refreshingly cool time of the day. I'm often moved by the miracles I see -- quail families, rabbits, songbirds -- and butterflies.
The poem below is a response to poet Colleen Chesebro's prompt. It is a simple Tanka (syllables of 5-7-5-7-7), and my topic is a miracle.
Butterflies hold a special place in my heart. They are messengers of Light for me, and I always take time to listen - to their gifted tidings. Do you do the same?
I hope your week is gentle on you and yours -- and replete with miracles.
It's been quite a week, right? It seems the entire planet is engulfed in flames - real or emotional. Here in the high desert, I escape from it all when I walk in the early morning. Just as the sun peeks over the mountains, I saunter. It's a quiet and refreshingly cool time of the day. I'm often moved by the miracles I see -- quail families, rabbits, songbirds -- and butterflies.
The poem below is a response to poet Colleen Chesebro's prompt. It is a simple Tanka (syllables of 5-7-5-7-7), and my topic is a miracle.
Butterflies hold a special place in my heart. They are messengers of Light for me, and I always take time to listen - to their gifted tidings. Do you do the same?
I hope your week is gentle on you and yours -- and replete with miracles.
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