Little windows are opening for me. Like a mosaic. It's an incomplete design, this mosaic. But I see it forming one little pane of light at a time. In one pane is a book. I've written it. In one pane are flowers. I'm teaching new ways to appreciate them. In another pane is a collection of hearts I've cupped in a bowl. The bowl is sometimes made of mist-green clay, sometimes made of my hands. Little windows are opening for me. As I lose my fear, as my breath moves out of the shallows, the design is revealing itself. As one pain moves out, another pane brings in more light.
Lovely words and I really love your new header pictures, they're just gorgeous!!
ReplyDeleteHow fantastic... to liken our lives to a mosaic and windows.
'Lean our of the window GoldenHair
For I heard you singing a merry
air.'
-Tennyson-
Hugs Jane
There's a beautiful view out those panes of glass and they let so much light and beauty in for us too.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Graciel. :)