My teacher of Sensory Awareness would say “A moment is a moment.”  This morning I woke up to those words.  There’s something about going through old photos that makes that so clear.  All those moments.

I spent time yesterday in the garden after seeing photos of each reincarnation.  It’s filled in beautifully, a gift.

I came across this photo from a neighbor’s garden, a paradise of flowers and birds.  May we each have access to the garden within and this garden we share, and may we cultivate what matters to us now, and now, and now.