Kate Godin
Perennial
I feel such gentle pleasure in my own life even as the world is shattered and hurting. Yet here I am, quietly joyful, gratitude as wide as the sky.
I do grieve. I do curl in on myself
and droop toward a weary earth.
But now I am only in wonder that I keep opening and absorbing the light for longer at a time.
Photo by Zoltan Tasi