I don’t think we give ourselves enough credit for learning to appreciate the poetry, richness, and gift of life.

We’re often taught to experience life at warp speed, moving constantly from one thing to the next, from one milestone to the next, from one dream to the next. As if life is simply a checklist to mark off.

Yet we’re rarely taught the beauty of resting in-between. Of finding meaning in the spaces between moments. Of going beneath the surface to recognize the gifts, lessons, beauty, and poetry available to us at all times.

Sometimes we arrive at this understanding through loss, trauma, or life’s challenging major transitions. For those who come to it this way, it often takes seasons to rebuild and heal, learning how to feel safe in life again. Other times it comes more quietly, through reflection or simply paying closer attention as life unfolds. However it arrives, by whatever path, that recognition itself is a gift.

So the next time you feel the wondrous beauty of an early morning sunrise, the calming lull of waves meeting the shore, the tiny hands that grip yours with complete trust, the quiet satisfaction of meeting another day, the profound love and support of those you trust, or the celebration of new life — whatever moments stir your heart, remember: this is life — a life with depth.

Life is just as dazzling in glitter and glamour as it is in the sacred ordinary. Everything has its season, and whether life accelerates or slows, the beauty and poetry remain. Learning to recognize this is one of the greatest gifts we can receive.

To life. 🤍💗