Mother Nature had Other Plans

Busy hands and distracted mind,
deadlines, edits, mental critiques.

But, mother nature had other plans --
a beautiful golden leaf from the sky floated to land on top on my head. 

I promise to give myself permission to pause 
and breathe 
in the holy, 
accept the gifts, 
and fill my heart with the joy and love that is already waiting for me, 
reaching down to me, 
calling for my attention. 

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