A sweet little herbal bounty. Cups running over.

Sometimes you just need to take your time to get quiet and look around. The bounty can be dazzling. The things we can receive with little effort—bird songs, herbs, flowers, big skies (sunny or moody).

The small cup I planned to catch it all could never contain all there was to gather this today. I hope that feeling of being cared for seeps into my marrow…

right here and now is a space of belonging of provision , of more that enough.

Taste and see. Give thanks for the small things because they are the seed of all things.