I’m taking a few extra moments this morning; moving slowly to appreciate these last flakes of winter.

Against a heathered sky, they seem so effortless in origin. Yet knowing their genesis, I take solace in their journey.

From raging waters, to vapored drop; from earth all the way to heaven, guided only by heart.

And, simply to remind us of the efficacy in the start.

“We ache with the yearning that turns half into whole,” writes Aberjhani, “and offer no excuses for the beauty of our souls.”

Even the snowflake finds its glory against the paling tones of a muted winter sky.

And we must find our hope in these subtleties of change.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️