this still unfolding . . .

i'm grateful for this still unfolding and sweet day . . . good things happened . . . my body welcomed the cooler air, my eyes were opened a little bit wider . . .

side-by-side ... a flower inside the fullness of its expression and a to-be-becoming flower ...

i'm seeking and seeing, small openings into the silky otherness of reflections of this world in still water . . .

all the threads of existence . . . the weft and warp of the skin of this place . . . the story of its wholeness ...