The morning path may not have been perfectly round but it was a-round.
I felt more grounded as I walked barefoot, feeling the rain that had pooled and the rocks and the pavement and the wet leaves.
I saw a snail making a slow, dangerous trek across the path and I wonder if it gave thanks that it wasn’t stepped on by the two-legged or eaten by the four-legged
I took in new colors of blooms – purple emerging alongside the yellows that are starting to fade.
I marveled at the delicateness of the water drop that hung seemingly impossibly beneath the bloom.
I was blessed by the brightness of this bed of flowers as we neared where we began.
I felt the pull of my dog as she was taunted by a squirrel overhead.
I laughed as she stood herself up to the wall in hopes of reaching the chattering animal.
I took in.
I was blessed.
All of these part of how God created us to embrace the fullness of this beautiful, wild, and precious life.