Treasures
It is that kind of day to celebrate treasures.
Like the comfort of a friend of 20 years. Where the constancy of connection and generosity is so simple and true.
The touch of sun on bare skin. Loving that.
A tree outside my window bearing witness to life. Home for the birds who sing me awake. Lizards who tempt my little dog into a frenzy.
The earth beneath my bare feet. Solid. Holding me.
My breath mingling with yours, my atoms yours, the ocean I swim in touchings skin of millions.
The baristas who make my coffee so perfectly. Always with a smile.
Mangos of summer, juice running amok down my chin and arms. Mangos are an all-in kind of fruit.
My heart bursts with the joy of treasures. This, the simple, the connected, this is my church. Our Earth, the Mother of mothers, giver of all life.
I pray we humans treat her as the treasure she is…our Mother and all her children.
December 20th 2018
Photo taken December 20th 2018
