June 6, 2026
Morning Reflections
A Little Symphony of Miracles…
Gray June skies and crashing waves,
Sailboats dancing through the haze.
A punk-rock feather in the night heron’s hair,
Waiting for breakfast with patient care.
“You are a beautiful little symphony of miracles,” sings the sea,
As pigeons hop on and off my hand so happily.
The railing is full of hopeful eyes this morning too,
And my grateful heart whispers, thank you. 🤍
Capturing beauty, sharing light.
—April
Morning Gratitude Reflection:
Even when the sky is painted in shades of gray, there is beauty everywhere. In the rhythm of the waves, the sailboats on the horizon, the eager pigeons, and the watchful night herons, I was reminded that miracles rarely arrive with fanfare. They show up quietly, one beautiful moment at a time.
