A bird lands on a branch
and shakes loose a spray of tiny droplets
Floating in the sun
drifting to the earth
They freeze
And for a moment in time
they are swirling crystals
dancing in the breath of a winter morn
For a moment in time we are human beings dancing in the breath of creation. Perhaps we have condensed out of pure spirit into material form and will once again evaporate into ethereal consciousness when our journey here is finished.
All of creation is such a mystery, always changing and full of surprises. It serves us well to pause from time to time and let the wonder of life lift us out of the drama of life. Nature beckons us to be still and notice the miracles she paints on the canvas of creation.
