Listen to Joan read the poem “Lost” by David Wagoner and her reflections

Walking the roads of our canyon, once again, I am struck by the beauty of life that surrounds me. The hillsides of green, the valleys, the mountains behind the hills, the trees, the rocks, the flowing water – how differently I see them now.

I am reminde of the words of  Henry David Thoreau
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

This morning
I saw light and beauty
color and vitality
love beckoning
and I think
love is eternal.
In this, I rejoice!

Today, rejoice with me! Celebrate the vitality of life! Open to its fullness!