Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things.

A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages.

And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.

~Virginia Woolf

I will create beauty in the crevices of my life…

inquiry for today~ what will your soul task be beginning today?

when we are forgiven from within…

May, and among the miles of leafing,

blossoms storm out of the darkness—

windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees

dive into them and I too, to gather

their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs

is the deepest certainty that this existence too—

this sense of well-being, the flourishing

of the physical body—rides

near the hub of the miracle that everything

is a part of, is as good

as a poem or a prayer, can also make

luminous any dark place on earth.

~Mary Oliver