In this moment

                                                                   one can only hope.

In the span of 12 minutes

light in the moment, and She changes everything.  

 

Walking:

 

a natural way to reflect.

Perhaps, nature's Christmas balls

 are the best.  

Nothing like a winter afternoon stroll

especially if a snack is involved.  

 

The joy of a good nap as the light is returning.

Related

 Isn't light mysterious and magical.

A trio of acquired tastes:

 art, fruitcase, oysters.

Art isn't always found

within a museum's walls -- not matter how many the number.  Whoever created the "window," thank you.  I'm grateful.  How I love to gaze out a window, especially as night turns down the light.  

The art and craft of fence-sitting.

Not every turkey can master.  

 

Among the miracles

of this season, I count whatever wants to bloom.  Whether it be amaryllis, fungi, or the Northern California hills turning verdant.  

 

Seven years

 haiku into the cosmos:  12/11/2017.  A stone for each year and one began the cycle.  Heart open to receive more.