Resting my eyes, I lay my head down on the work table for a minute.
My perspective changes entirely. Not just tipping, but drawn out the window where branches of the neighbors' trees are dancing. I've been so focused on the unwanted piles of snow that I haven't looked up today.
And there they are, waiting, in all their lyrical beauty. They dance whether I notice them or not. They'll still wave their lovely long arms when the sun goes down shortly. I have no affect on them, but to notice, and to celebrate the lifted heart, and to say, "thank you," God, "for showing me the dance.
My perspective changes entirely. Not just tipping, but drawn out the window where branches of the neighbors' trees are dancing. I've been so focused on the unwanted piles of snow that I haven't looked up today.
And there they are, waiting, in all their lyrical beauty. They dance whether I notice them or not. They'll still wave their lovely long arms when the sun goes down shortly. I have no affect on them, but to notice, and to celebrate the lifted heart, and to say, "thank you," God, "for showing me the dance.
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