Nothing Other Than The Moment

I don’t know what these flowers are called. I’m just called to them, a few days ago on a morning walk, particularly with backgdrop of blue sky.

Beauty remains a medium for me. It’s what I go to, somewhat knowingly, to ground myself when complexity feels intense.

There’s no grand lesson in it for me. Just the feeling of a moment in beauty, sometimes just two breaths worth, that requires nothing other than the moment.

 

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