Blessings Day 324: blessing the day, the quiet flow, all the stories that have led me here, those that are keepers, those that are not. Yet also knowing there’s this eternal child in me (perhaps s/he’s in you, too).
she’s innocent,
she’s silly,
she scatters seeds of wonder,
she has deep pockets filled with possibilities
but no conclusions,
she’s endlessly curious.
She listens to my stories,
but she is not of them.
No, she belongs
to that other place
where the pale moon
holds court with shimmering stars,
and the tree branches
tremble with anticipation,
spilling their joy
into luminous rivers of light.
This is the place she calls Home.
