Scenes like these make this Mama pause. And give thought to all that exists outside of my realm. About all that goes on above and beyond my ability to juggle morning routines, lunchmaking and the neverending pile of laundry.
The magic of a birds nest. Spent after a season of childrearing, but prepared for another go around come Spring.
The wonder of a tiny toadstool land. Sprouted on a picnic table in the woods. Bringing the table one small step closer to it's origins in the soil.
These are reminders I take to heart, of all that I love about this world. I carry them with me through my days, and call on their powers when things threaten to overtake me.
With a deep inhale, magic is restored to my reality.