Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
That's by Rumi. It rocks. Making what we love in what we do = creating. And witnessing the endless iterations of that by ourselves and others is one of the luckiest parts of life.
Look!
This spider made a masterpiece -- incidental to her desire for dinner:
The loganberry spread out his green leaves and white buds like a tablecloth to gather in sunshine:
Even industrial metal created its own poem:
The color and shape this gal created out of her very body is enough to make anyone kneel and kiss the ground in joy and amazement:
And this prairie made a green collage of itself:
1 comment:
so poetic momma! LOVE this post!
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