The Delicate Beauty Of New

There's a beauty in new. It is tender and fresh and mythical and fragile. New can go so many ways...it can flourish, it can wane, it can wither or barrel ahead. It can be the perfect dream, more than one imagined or a decided disaster.

But if you think of it as a tiny plant, in need of nourishment and love and you really let your light shine through, then you have nutured all the elements for sustaining hope, having peace in today, and trust for tomorrow.

It isn't lost on me - not a single moment. I get it. As do you.