When we choose to look up

Yesterday morning, after feeding the alpacas, I stood in the trees above the lake and chose to look up.

My eyes caught the moss on the oak tree, so characteristic of this little valley, and I pondered on all that this day holds.

SEVENTH OF OCTOBER

Looking up

I see moss on the branches

glistening in the shafts

of morning sunlight.

A few ducks

pootling around the lake

grateful that the swans

are here, keeping watch.

The sound of

water frames the valley,

last night’s rain

dripping from the leaves,

and little waterfalls

pouring from springs

eager to join the flow

on its way to the sea.

Here today

I see life – shaming the

chaos of man’s destruction.

And I pray.

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story…