Poetry, Life
Succulent Shadows
Finding moments of awe
They fell upon the page
like ink, dripping from
the sea of awe,
unintended shadows,
unseen before.
To look with open hearts and eyes,
to open to the divine nectar
flowing through our veins
and gilding every leaf and branch,
to dance with hawk song
and cricket calls
and symphonies of frogs…
This is awe.
This is awe.
And this is all we really need to know.
While writing in my journal the other day, I set it down upon a little outside table while I took a sip of tea. I have been very consciously thinking about finding moments of awe throughout the day as the antidote for sinking into a bit of depression caused by some turbulent forces in my life right now.
This is what I saw — the shadow of the succulents growing in little copper pots. I traced the shadows with my pen, marveling at how the universe can startle you with the obviousness of her lessons sometimes.
