Todayâs photo isnât spectacular, but it is the moment I wrote about from #thismorningwalk. My poem: (also found on my blog) Drawn to Light On my walk this morning I realized
how much of my time spent walking
is simply noticing
where the light
lands
This is true in all seasons
All times of day
It seems only fair.
After all, those photons
have traveled miles
and miles
and millions of miles more
to alight on that branch
that leaf
that rock
my cheek
It seems wondrous every time
how a beam can find a mossy log,
illuminate it
while the rest of the forest
is in shadow
The photos on my phone
attest to my wonder
But there are worse problems
than scrolling through reams of beams of light
to find the image I seek.
We decide how to define our riches.
My riches are not gold
but golden
and my counting house
is the whole world.
