The day opens its white page,

spreading herself like so much possibility,

you take your pen, pausing

before you begin so you can hear

the jackdaw caw high above

your tiny shadow and the snowdrop’s

insistent blooming, somewhere

is the knowing glance of badger,

each unafraid to write their stories

on wind and soil and you see they

offer ink for your pen in

a hundred different colors.

~Christine Valters Paintner

it’s written somewhere….

inquiry for today~ and then it came to be so……

captivated….

It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.

~Mary Oliver