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 scentrific

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



Discovery in Being Lost

“...I wanted to get lost, to find.”  Yaa Gyasi

Letting myself be lost... staying in beginner’s mind- it is the deepest invitation these days for me. I watch my mind try to grasp onto this, or that, so as to have some (delusionary) control.