Author: sally

Who among us has the right to decide what constitutes wholeness?

Lying in bed at daybreak, nestled in the comfort of waning darkness, I risk being rocked back into slumber by the rhythm of Lake Erie’s waves.

Quiet shades of inspiration remind me to breathe in the exquisite beauty right here under my nose.

The cool dawn casually creeps into this early September morning, foreshadowing change just beyond summer’s bright tenure.

Power comes in countless forms. Today I channel the potential of nature to help fuel my resolve to make a positive impact.

Cooler temperatures refresh my outlook. I invite morning breezes to clear my vision as I set sail for another new day.

Soft focus is an ally when the grinding glare of reality threatens to cast a shadow over the grandeur that graces our world.

Monarch butterflies are flying miracles. Sometimes I convince myself that they actually know me, like when I’m able to get close enough to one gleaning nectar from a blossom to touch it with my cheek. In my world, these beautiful beings represent pure amazing transformation…from tiny egg, to crawling caterpillar, to green goo inside the stately chrysalis, to gorgeous butterfly…all in the course of one short month. Talk about a magnificent metamorphosis! Perhaps there is still time for me to transform as well.

Condensation on the picture window illustrates contrasting conditions between inside and out. The trick is to see past the murkiness to the clarity that awaits just beyond the barrier.

This humid morning atmosphere threatens to impart a sense of heaviness. I think I will stretch my damp expectations, and instead choose to welcome this day with a breath of promise for a fresh beginning.