 A new year, a fresh page of tomorrows. I strolled in the snow this morning, looking around at the white, peace and calm. There was turbulence and an ache within.
Capturing random images of what spoke to me. The stillness around me...the acceptance of "what is" by nature. Each humbly obeying and gracefully accepting. A slow quiet peace meandered into my soul...be still..hold..bear..with grace Mary Oliver once wrote " Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed." Today, I stand..holding, bearing ...ready to be blessed.
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