Dana and I enjoyed a few days in New Mexico last week. With family, her sibs. Meals. Hikes. Games. Conversations. I’m glad for a weaving together of life laughter and joy and beauty.
Often for me, it’s moments of light that most remain in me. That move some inner light. And joy. And beauty.
This Hollyhock against the Adobe brown and red of our abode, swaying in a setting sun.
This trail at Bandelier National Monument, waking a morning of wonder amidst cave dwellings of old.
This Angel Trumpet so unabashed and unshy doing what it does neighboring our trail.
Yes, light moves. In the outer. And out of the inner. Here’s to the sway. The morning wonder. The unshy neighboring.
