Over the last several years I have become involved with multiple projects, all of which have seemed important but together bring a feeling of overwhelm. This poem from a number of years ago reminds me of a different space, and I am grateful.
Quality All is still this summer morning The trees stand tall and majestic A touch of gentle breeze cools me The ground gives my body support. Simple sensations that connect me To a quality of soul and heart It is not accomplishments But this quality of oneness That opens me to the beauty and wonder of life.