edge of marsh

Evening surface of wetland's water is silk-like
I stand in quiet awe
Nearby are myriad lifeforms
My practice is to be here
Paying attention.

Anne LaBastille

many steps

The road I traveled was a springtime road
A bird-rich road
A road of thirst.
But it was road rich in lessons, not the lessons I expected.
The lessons taught me to value other gifts,
Not the gifts I thought I knew. Gifts of help,
Gifts of time, gifts especially of
Conversation and connection.
Now I need to remember this new knowledge.
I am still traveling this road - perhaps I always will be.