What do I know but this: 
it is heaven itself to take what is given, 
to see what is plain;
what the sun lights up willingly;
for example, I think this, as I reach down,
not to pick but merely to touch—
the suitability of the field for the daisies,
and the daisies for the field.—Mary Oliver

— Poem chosen and read by Amy W.

The bird life along the causeway was incredible today… encouraging a standing meditation to take in all the “everyday” wonder and awe!

Friendship…

— Photos and reflection by Nancy L.