From Where I Stand
From where I stand. . .
the day feels brighter, lighter, more spacious and the ground is solid beneath my feet
the cut roses unfold with the sweetest fragrance, something like honey and myrrh
From where I stand...
wisps of white spread across a cerulean sky, russet leaves quake in the nearby tree
the steady rhythm of Mina’s purr soothes me, so does her silky soft fur
the dishwasher is gently rumbling behind me and the floor is in desperate need of a sweep
From where I stand. . .
the distance between me and my beloved traveling, feels farther than a five hour flight
the awareness of impermanence feels close to the surface, tender and vulnerable, an inevitable ache
From where I stand. . .
possibility is alive and everywhere, equally energizing and daunting it seems
meaning is experienced in the small simple moments, streaming light from the cracks of my life
From where I stand . .
this mid-point of life feels pivotal, important as I balance the past, the future and now
the view is layered, deep and beautiful, incredibly clear and abundantly rich
From where I stand I am steeped in gratitude to be standing here, in this moment, in my life.