It snows...and it rains. It rains...and some of that rain falls as snow. When we're lucky.
It hasn't - exactly - been that picturesque winter of seasons past.
Still - it's quiet.
Within - is a faded silent beauty. There's grace in its lack of color....in its monochrome.
I've been missing this space. Where I pause - even if only for a moment - to feel.
Where I allow my fingers to speak.
Where I connect.
Today - it rains. What was buried - emerges.
The white blanket is all-but washed away....revealing the bare bones and truth of what lies beneath.
I think about what it means - to me - to live a full life.
Without any bells and whistles...or bright city lights.
Without any sort of reward.
To live with acceptance. With gently noticing. With meeting each day with fresh new eyes.
The practice is simple - really. It isn't always easy.
To live with gratitude and grace.
Today - it rains.
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I've interrupted my Mardi-Gras parade of faces - to make note of this now.
The parade will continue tomorrow.
In the meanwhile - please do check out my gallery of faces
With time and consistent practice....I'm slowly realizing my intention of amassing 100.