the waning gibbous moon, blurred from storm moisture in the air
thick crimson, pumpkin, turquoise oil paint lumped and layered and slathered wisely on a canvas
four acquaintances who compose and send email love letters
tiny reproductions of hand-painted flora and fauna carefully lined up inside a crafts piece
the slight playful nudge, and then hug, from a friend in the frenzied store
the spacious, quiet, holding of space that a friend offers during storytellings of abuse
a search for a single snowflake, a video of Antarctic auroras, the bliss of South Georgia Island
the enthusiasm of attentive students who labor, giving birth to beauty
compassionate caregivers who say “yes” to a joy-bringing offer for the residents
the very ill artist who makes paintings from words
a realization that holey is holy, too
a pileated woodpecker sitting on a mossy, snow-covered branch
the gentlest “thank you” from a hospice patient’s daughter
a potent inner joy about completed book chapters
sweet memories of a loved one’s smile
cerulean blue fireflies of sun glimmering atop icy peaks of snow
the wan-but-healthy peach and blue skies that bookended the day
it doesn’t take much – a commitment to openness, attentiveness – to appreciate and engage the intricate patterns of grace and beauty in each day
(Originally posted 2/8/19)
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