Magic and beauty in a morning puddle? Why not!

I find myself often looking down as I walk, perhaps searching for small treasures, while all the while thankful for the ability to stay upright. I know too many people who now have difficulty with keeping balance. Balance on the feet and also balance in all things called life.

Yesterday I shoveled heavy, wet snow and felt muscles in my body I haven't paid enough attention too. This morning they remind me they are holding me up. I promise them more. I promise myself this.

After noticing the empty branches of the grand oak, I took the photo above of, I looked up and between the lace of it all I recognized its magnificent age and posture. 

Earlier in the season it had thrown acorns to the ground for others to gather. What a mighty thing you are I shouted up towards the sky. xo