Better, worse, richer, poorer, sickness , health – these words fleshed out 
still, 
we do. 

A particular kind of grace appears when living into your gifts. 

In the rhythm of seasons
we work and we watch and we wait 
with hope.

Off the path 
deep in the weeds
beauty is – maybe especially  – 
there.

To be family in this world is no small task,
but truly –
such a gift!! 

When the sky hangs heavy and I can’t see past the clouds
still
light breaks through.

At the end of this long day
here are 17 beats for a dandelion bouquet. 

Whether it’s a gift or a curse
may depend on the storyteller.