Sometimes…I like to get down on the ground and see from here.
I peer across from me and my spirit is quickly filled.
Then, an invitation to…
…lean in and receive that which often, is never seen.
Lean in and be amazed by the tiny, the delicate and the quiet.
Peer another direction and see.
Another invitation to lean in.
Lean into another, new…tiny, delicate and quiet.
Glancing in another direction…my spirit sings.
My spirit breathes in the peace, the beauty and the gift of this moment, right here, and right now.
New color. New form. New sighs of gratitude.
Yet, one last peek into the new and my spirit…
…flutters into the new day.
May the Spirit reveal for you, gifts that make you soar.