Slow Unfoldings
This morning, a scent grabbed me,
nuzzling a part of me that
had been slumbering
all these winter months.
In a split second,
this flower,
and all her itty bitties,
woke me up.
A paradise of scientific
exploration then moved into
visual discovery: the bud on the tree
saying hello! as she slowly opened.
Around the corner
the tree is full
of cylinders pushing outwards,
in just the right pacing.
Look! See?
The unfolding
birthing
co-conspiring of
life. The timing is impeccable.
Life exploding everywhere.
It feels magical,
these revealing’s
taking place
slowly,
markedly.
This is not unlike me
and my
slow openings
blossoming’s
birthing’s.
I watch the slow, steady
pace of nature.
I see you, I am
paying attention.
Thank you.