we journey
towards each other
open hearted
May It Be Every Day
Revealing All The Tiny Details Of Connection
the space that grows
between each leaf
coaxes sight into insight
Circle Theory
connection is all
no beginning, no end
life ever moving on the continuum
Carried
traveling the lines
across a brilliant sky
voices seeking hearts
We Share The Morning
the sun just up
bird song breaks the night’s silence
a shared glance as we each go about our ways
All Those Times Of Reaching Out
each one mattered
even now
with the limbs foreshortened
First Strangers Then Friends
deep in the woods
these three strangers
offered shelter
What Can Be Done
a garden bed weeded
one small corner of the world
made right
Invisible Threads
the glittering
of sunlight
snagged on the river
This Is The Wall
that doesn’t separate us
but rather
it’s presence connects us
Our Voices Carried
sparkling with dew
we connect
Solitude
I gave
my heart to nature
now I am never alone
Letting The Light In
through vulnerabilities
we meet each other
and find ourselves
Family Of Pines
distinct yet together
beside each other
through all
Small White Butterfly
spirit
of a dear friend
visiting again
Unseen Seen
it was revealed
the intricate web
connecting everything
Serendipity of Giving Tuesday
Oh No!
My “donate” link was broken in yesterday’s posting. This donate link does work. That serendipitous mishap became my opportunity (once the swearing stopped) to share with you why I created and maintain Leaf and Twig and how your support will be used.
My purpose is to offer to you – every day – a moment’s appreciation of nature’s beauty in photos, a brief reflection in words to increase the incandescence of joy and hold a light when life is dark. I offer this quiet space for universal connection and recognition. I hold the door open for you and invite you in – in to nature and meaning making, for some respite and nourishment.
Your donation enables me to bring Leaf and Twig’s daily moment of beauty and peace to an even wider audience and affords me the opportunity of time which is so essential to creating.
What might our world be like
if everyone paused, just for a moment, once each day
and received the beauty?
With
the better shelter
from the storm
is found with others
Nearness
Tim
seeks me
in the garden
small
white
butterfly
always
hovering
nearby
Ghost
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
Taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
Reminding me
as mortality
rages on
death
is not
the final stop
Text
it is written
that we are here
to nourish one another
Recognition
beauty is everywhere
calling out to me
if I recognize my name
Names
I did not know
the flower’s name
but she knew mine
Together
each needle of the thistle seeks
the thread that holds us together