I walked outside after our last rainfall. I think I was going to check the mail. I found this.
More and more I find myself attracted to the fragile and the tenuous. I am drawn to what will not last; the temporary, the changing, the transitory.
I am the drop of water, sliding off with the next breeze, evaporating into the warming air. I am a small child longing to become. I am a contribution hoping to be made.
Some days I want to stay on the leaf, holding out hope that it will remain just like this for just a little longer. Some days I am ready to get soaked in, nourishment for something greater.
Being held is best appreciated in the letting go.