place of stillness: Tidbit Tuesday

When tears come for no reason . . .
when my reaction is way bigger than the situation warrants . . .
when change swirls around me and I lose equilibrium . . .
you can bet I've forgotten to come back to
a place of stillness.

(one of my photographs and poem-snippets

in Sprout's first issue)

Tidbit for today:

morning mist rises on lake,
quiet as breath

and I remember
I am only one drop,
rippled by gentle impulse
of the divine

Next time I find myself spiraling away from calm, I'll think of this quiet morning at the lake.

My family slept in cabins behind me as I crept toward the shore, shivering in pre-dawn cold, but entranced by the spreading light. The world was so quiet and calm . . . and yet, as I stood there, grounded, I slowly became aware of movement and rhythm around me. Ducks parting crystal water. Waves lapping in their wake. Birds calling good morning. Breeze ruffling pine needles. My own breath.

Me, rippled by gentle impulse
of the divine.

You too, friends. You too.


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