...i still see clearly...

I still see clearly that moment when she held my face in her hands, her voice low & fierce. 

Just because you don't remember what you came to do, she said, doesn't mean you didn't do it

 & now, I think of those words each morning & I give a prayer of thanks for all of our lives

 & offer my heart again to the day.

~storypeople

the tree longs to tell her story.

of warm sun on her bark.

of happy birds perched on her branches.

we wait.

patiently, to hear.

 the story.

for the return.

of the warm summer breeze.

 as it whispers through her leaves.

light + objects=shadows 

enjoy the moments.

just BE.

robin.