to finding oneself
a bit of a ‘hippie’ phrase
i guess
but to me,
i see it
as more of a true blessing
less of a searching
less of a striving
less desperation
less to despair
and more
perhaps
to a recognizing …
i find myself
in the wandering
in the words and pictures
i gather in
in faces and hearts
in triumphs and tears
i find myself
in acknowledging how sunshine
seems to light my soul
and too, in accepting how clouds
have the heaviness to bowl me under
i find myself
in the utter beauty of nature
in the crackling of old paint
in the gentleness of water
and the strength of stone
i find myself
in the coziness of Love
in the warmth of smiles
and in the open arms
of kindness
i find myself
in the frail and fragile
in the wounded and desperate
and also in the
sturdy and strong
in the bold and determined
i find myself
in the sky
among the clouds
and on the ground
amid the mosses
i find myself
on the wings of birds
and in the polka-dots
on my toes
in the magic of a snowflake
and the great wilderness
of my garden
I find myself
in the questions
in the wonder
in the
asking…
I find myself
in the quietness
in the still
in the peace
I find myself
in the grace
in the gratitude
in the Love
and in the
offering
and yes, in the recognizing
that in all of this
my greatest blessing…
is once again, finding myself
in you ♥