“And stay, my dear
stay…
forever, as my quiet song,
in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
“Beginnings are fragile things. They’re made of gossamer threads of hope and shimmer with the faint light of potential grace. It’s in the human heart that we begin weaving our designs and dreams of experience yet to come. We live our entire lives within chrysalises. As soon as we emerge from one, life sculpts another around us. Within manifest reality, everything is in a constant state of becoming, even God.”― Dana Hutton, The Art of Becoming
Spring under construction
The dance between winter and spring
Winter very much in the lead
First to bloom
Lilac roots begin to rustle, awaken
Preparing beneath the slow softening of earth
Thresholds and in betweens, new beginnings
Time and timing
In the waiting, anticipation, hope, delight.
“Paying attention is the doorway from mind to spirit. Presence is the threshold. And mindfulness that leads to meditation is the room we seek to enter.”― Becky Vollmer, You Are Not Stuck