in the flower, unseen, waiting below to reach the light, on an unknown day …
in the return of red-winged black birds to the summer’s hay field …
in the snowflake that falls, unlike any other one that has fallen before …
in the sweet smell of desert rain, hoping for it, during months of drought …

that nature will heal you, if you allow yourself to open up to the mystery.




understanding that we know very little, and finding comfort in that, while at the same, seeking to understand not more, but more …


like that unseen seed sitting, resting, not asleep, below the earth’s surface, waiting for the rain to come so that it can be released, and that pollinators will come and share in the mystery …

that tomorrow exists.

independent writer

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