I always have to think a moment before I say that one.
Is it transpiration or transubstantiation?
Perhaps it doesn’t matter.
The snow is transmuted before our eyes
from one sort of substance into another,
mystical and magical, a sacred event,
rising like a breath in a haze above the white fields.
Change of spirit.
I know my own spirit rose,
to watch the wraiths of haze lift
upward into blue sky
where gulls were flying
south to north and north to south.
My heart joined them in that dance.
1. Collaborative art. This one began as a squiggle. “I’ll draw and you color,” said Joss. I took a little heat for interpreting it into a drawing instead of keeping it abstract, but he’s satisfied now that it’s done. The scanner washed out the color a little. It’s called “Checkers Turtle climbs the ladder to the stars.”
4. Helping out at Preschool today
5. Left foot, right foot, breathe.
May we walk in Beauty.