The streets are aglow with bright buds. The peonies our neighbour put into the garden spring up toward the bright warm sun. Skies are an incredible blue, people are outdoors and smiling…
This afternoon the taxi driver driving me home quotes a Rumi poem in Persian to me. The meaning as he describes it is about separation from the Divine. It is a moving moment.
I leave the taxi and realize that I do not have the correct house key. As a key is en route to me, I wait by taking photos in the front garden.
Photographing budding flowers and blooms against brilliant blue skies energizes and charges me…moments experiencing the connection to the Divine…
