old woman
hold
my hand
she opens
deep within
offerings the winter
branch
see it grows
new leaves
forever
becoming
the tree
I let go
a bent branch
growing glorious
from the tree
I can see
the sky
above
the branches
old woman
hold
my hand
she opens
deep within
offerings the winter
branch
see it grows
new leaves
forever
becoming
the tree
I let go
a bent branch
growing glorious
from the tree
I can see
the sky
above
the branches
I am a wandering wordsmith and storyteller captivated by the beauty in imperfection.
Join me on this exploration of all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities:
nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect .
Jenny Astramowicz is The Wabi-Sabi Writer, word weaving her way through the streets of San Francisco, passages of Paris and redwood flanked beaches of Santa Cruz.
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