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life blurred by, carrying me in a bus, humming along in early morning hours, where i saw the sun rising. trees almost fell on top of me, glistening in the sun, swaying from its beauty, and catching itself in the rain drops. life blurred by, carrying me in a bus, silently swimming on the blacktop roads, with stars glimmering way up high.

A single glimpse of a wildflower field sitting beside your house. Is it out of place? Standing alone, looking pretty and significant yet unnoticed, and noticed occasionally. That flower you see year after year, coming back from under heavy winter and finding enough life within it to grow. That flower is most at home in a field with others just like it, who are colorful and strong and longing to be collected.

"each day proves to us that we can be made new–– from the sun lifting its hands over the horizon sharing its light to the blankets of shadows it pulls over us every evening and each day again”

I wandered in between the twists and turns of tree limbs, limbs and  branches stretched out towards the skies. Roots and leaves took the place of a well-built wooden bridge. Sunlight poured down as two lovers laughed and held hands below its reach. There was no compass, just an old map to follow. Colors changing on leaves made me feel like I could change too. I could walk into a new season just from following one end of the woods to the other. After drinking everything in–from blue skies to gray clouds to green abundance to bare limbs–I was made new.

I tried pomegranate seeds for the first time last week.  I had heard good things about these small, curious, lovely-colored berries, still I felt unprepared for the delightful bursts of flavor, popping one by one in my mouth.  I texted my song-writing cousin immediately: pomegranate seeds, please write me a song about pomegranate seeds.  It gave us both a nice laugh.  It made my otherwise tiresome night.

What an absolutely beautiful little moment: the first tastes of a new favorite fruit.

There are times when the actual experience of leaving something makes you wish desperately that you could stay, and then there are times when the leaving reminds you a hundred times over why exactly you had to leave in the first place.  - Shauna Niequist

You led me to a field where stars look down on all the daisies and daffodils. I gathered them in my hands, twisted and tied them together, put a crown on my head and you called me beautiful. I led you to the river where you’ve taken me before. I fell in love with washing my dirty feet. You taught me how to walk on holy dirt. We walked and danced on that perfect soil, until the sun shone it's face in the sky and our faces mirrored it's light.