Spring is no small thing.
It is a recurring miracle.
One I give thanks for on the regular.
Even when I am stuck in the darkness,
The cherry blossoms will stop me in their tracks.
With the loudest whisper I've ever heard,
Reminding me to be here, now.

The whole world seems to carry on as if a total miracle is not underway.
The cherry blossoms reveal their sacred petals in a sanctuary where all are welcome.
I see them, I imagine you do too.

Blossoming trees make this one wild and precious life so very holy.

30” x 30”

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Original acrylic on canvas

Pictured: macro painting study of white cherry blossoms and buds on a deep purple background.