Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Ash Wednesday

I may practice devotions or I may cease simply reading and become a devoted soul. I may consciously and practically choose a devoted life. I may choose a life that shares the lesson; that says I am yours in all the exhalations, all the resting beats, all the genuflections, all the seconds between thoughts and actions. In the hazy line between moonset and dawn, I am alert. Between the last squash and the first snowfall I am a harvest of prose. I am set aside to notice the tiniest of changes, the most imperceptible grace, the greening of new directions. I move in the rhythm of your doings and speak but to answer your heart.

Ash Wednesday


Morning Moon, watercolor and ink