bald eagle in a low branch above the highway,
white feathers glistening in morning light
wind rocking the upper halves of tall Douglas
firs, boughs akimbo; bamboo chimes sounding
impossibly huge moon rising up bright yellow
against pink, above blue sound
rain soaking my hair as I roundtrip twice up the
driveway with our and the neighbors’ recycling and garbage bins
first light: praise for and promise of a new day
satisfaction-turned-delight as I create a little
cloth-covered box
a difficult rhythm momentarily mastered with
handbells
my sweet old dog’s low groan of pleasure as I
massage her chest
nootka rose shoots just barely breaking the soil,
beige until photosynthesis can miraculously green them
a fresh baby slug, three quarters of an inch,
calling me to bend.stoop.peer closer into the grass to admire his perfect tentacles
great feet-long sheets of moss, thick as a
sandwich, brocading the trunk and limbs of a daughter’s birth tree
the slant of light behind clouds, reminder that
the sun enables life
cat’s paw on my journal as I write
an invitation to share my work
a handmade box of drawers, each containing tiny
sacred talismans
incense: sweet holy spirals
These are just a few of the simple occurrences
during the week that have brought me back to pure presence, blessed gratitude,
a reawakening to the numerous miracles that we breathe through each day.
Simplicity can be powerful. Present awareness can feel like waking up all over
again.
All blog images created & photographed by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted. Please circulate images with photo credit: "©2018 JenniferJWilhoit/TEALarbor stories. AllRightsReserved."
