A Ritual of Witnessing

Some days, like today... I wait with the buds and blossoms for the sun to arrive and for the dew to lift. And as I wait...

 I witness unripe fruit.

I witness fruit ready to pick.

I witness blossoms just opening.

I witness blooms spread wide.

I witness growth already harvested, ready to harvest, and growth still growing.

I witness birth.

 I witness death.

I witness beauty.

I witness promise.

I witness Peace.

Peace.