Precious life in her hands
Like a butterfly opening its wings
For the first time
Tentative but not timid
She knows this opening,
Is hers to transform
©Ashley Castle Barnes
At any given time, we hold a precious life in our hands – our own.
A life made for growing, changing, transforming.
For resting, restoring, replenishing.
For laughter and for tears.
For storms and sunny days.
It’s in our hands to weather as we only we can.
As no one else can tell us how.
Each day, opening as if it’s the first time.
But not the last.
How are you opening to your precious life today?