Little things

little-things

It’s raining. Well, it is Wales…

Out in the valley, there is no chance of looking up and feeling the sun. Or seeing stars. Today.

Instead, the little things speak.

Small birds playing high up in the trees.

The stages of transition from flowerhead to seedhead all on the same stem of wild Angelica.

Raindrops hanging on the gate. Gathering light.

And in all this: small acts of kindness. Little expressions of grace that speak hope in their passing.

Not holding on. But letting go. And breathing life.

 

Thanks, Alastair for prompting this perspective with your StillWalks piece this week from your garden.

 

Scroll to Top