Stephanie Roberts
What stands between us.
They flew low over the beach---so many of them, darting through winds whipped by Hurricane Sandy's approach. I thought they'd eluded me with their swiftness, but here they lit and here they stood, resolute, until I could traverse the span of beach that stretched between us.
They were fearlessly planted. I imagined they might be part way through a journey, requiring their rest.
I am thankful for moments like this when everything seems to stand still...and I am allowed the pleasure of feeling it.
Today begins my 'gratitude project' for November. I have so much unexpressed gratitude. I like to take this month to focus on expressing just some of it.
What stands between us.
They flew low over the beach---so many of them, darting through winds whipped by Hurricane Sandy's approach. I thought they'd eluded me with their swiftness, but here they lit and here they stood, resolute, until I could traverse the span of beach that stretched between us.
They were fearlessly planted. I imagined they might be part way through a journey, requiring their rest.
I am thankful for moments like this when everything seems to stand still...and I am allowed the pleasure of feeling it.
Today begins my 'gratitude project' for November. I have so much unexpressed gratitude. I like to take this month to focus on expressing just some of it.