“what is life?

it is the flash of a firefly in the night.

it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

it is the little shadow which runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset.

~Chief Crowfoot

may I linger a while longer?

inquiry for today~ there is a liminal space when you pause…..

seeing the end….

It’s impossible to be lonely

when you’re zesting an orange.

Scrape the soft rind once

and the whole rooms fills with fruit.

Look around.

You have more than enough.

Always have.

You just didn’t know

until now.

~Amy Schmidt