So often I smile at her perseverance.
But most days I notice her willingness
to allow the moss
to put down their roots with her.
They need each other
these vibrant lives,
each beautiful in her own way.
But bound together as they are–dependent, yet independent.
Separate, but interconnected.
Individual, yet thriving together.
This is where I see true beauty.
Where I am reminded of our connectedness
and how we thrive in community
how we see beauty
and find God bound up in the mess of togetherness.
As I walk by I gently smile
and I say softly, “Yes, I remember. Thank you for the gentle reminder.”