It’s the moments between moments that remind me.
The transitions – from seeing things one way to honing in and finding focus from another perspective.
Those moments – not side by side – but the seamless continuum of them – those are the moments that remind me.
That whether we are looking up or looking down, looking back or looking forward, this Life and how we relate to it will always be our greatest work of art.
Today, I am reminded this by hope in the trees reaching toward the skies, and evidence of dogwood kisses in the spring.