Leaf by Elizabeth

Sometimes beauty is very close, nearly overwhelming in its rich presence. it lifts you in the wind stands boldly at your side ripples over you. Other times, beauty feels very, very far away. You know it is there, and that brings a limited comfort. But you are so inescapably on the ground, and it is soaring above you. You wish it would wrap around you like the softest down blanket, but all you feel is the cold wind on your outstretched hands. Where is the one who will walk beside me, on this dark road. I will keep reaching out my hand, waiting.

Ah! better far than this, to stray about Voluptuously through fields and rural walks, And ask no record of the hours, resigned To vacant musing, unreproved neglect Of all things, and deliberate holiday. William Wordsworth excerpt from The Prelude

The heavens proclaim the glory of God. The skies display his craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known. They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard. Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. Psalm 19:1-4 New Living Translation Post title courtesy of The Message

Here I go, launching into the world of non-kid blogging. Not to say that pix and stories of my little lovely won't dot these pages, but I envision this as a place for me to create, share, and process. A place to play and be present. May you, dear reader, be encouraged and lifted up by these little gifts.