gratitude for everyday gifts

 

quick thoughts + a poem ♡ Gratitude for everyday gifts: sparks of meaning and connection, flashes of beauty, the steadying pace of the mundane, the thrill of the unusual, gentle affection and shared jokes, all the moments that cascade and collect into each day. There is so much. So many gifts. This poem, though, explores quick interactions and chance meetings as one of those such gifts. ♡ I pull the ribbon and unwrap the surprise: they were strangers, and strange, and (momentarily) known, and loved. waiting for paint to shimmy into the right shade of green, he tells me to stay strong. watching the moon drip down, she speaks on lifelong awe. water melting to shore, he talks of art as the curse and the savior. it is about dreams and astrophysics and making the abstract real. it is about light settling into the landscape and energy as a force. it is my pink matching their mom's wedding dress and house, memories shading their eyes as I snap their lighthouse photo. it is a smile, a wave, a nod, a laugh, a reminder that they aren't alone, and, by magic, by miracle, by delighted wonder and soothe, neither am I.