11.14.2011

the jar


it is here, all around me...if only i could capture it. bottle it up, like the fireflies in june. poke tiny holes in the lid of the old mason jar, allow it to breathe...to stay alive for everyone to enjoy.

but you can't bottle it. i want to believe it's too big for that. it would fill the jar and spill out over the edge...honey thick, running down the sides. the welling-up comes again...so much kindness, so much love.

it is here, all around me.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely images and beautiful words, just what's required during the winter hibernation, a gentle reminder that its all there, but that now is a time to be still.

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