Becoming

Emerging from the darkness - the protection of a womb, a cocoon, a pouch, a pod - into the light. We make the journey, not just once but every day if we're lucky and we're open to newness. There's something about the emerging of each flower on a grevillea spike that speaks to me of the journey of becoming - starting first from a little furry bud, then arching out those audacious stigmas.

This is a little poem I wrote a few years ago, if something this tiny can be called a poem:

Open to joy
I come each day
to a landscape full of wonder.
(July 2007)