It’s not about what might come in little packages around birthdays or Christmas, not about what others might give me, nor even what I am glad to be able to give to them. I am happy for that moment when the whatever-it-is arrives on my doorstep, for that bit of excitement.
Each day is like a little, wrapped-up package. Some are heavier than others, with much sadness or difficulty, yet each also has lovely aspects added. Right?
no dancing in wind
skeleton tree raises arms —
see fiery leaves!