“One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.”― Helen Keller, The Story of My Life
In a sunrise, a sunset.
A walk, a run.
A poem, a song.
A flower, a flake of snow.
Quiet, a breeze.
A conversation, a glance.
A photo, a dance.
Poke gratitude, awaken to what already is awaiting encounter, praise, and awe.
An impulse to soar, falling into flight.
“The only real battle in life is between hanging on and letting go.”― Shannon L. Alder