Weaving Wonder

I gather my life

In simple acts

Pouring tea

Lighting some incense

Chopping herbs for cooking

Watching the dappled sunlight

Spread across the wooden floors

Like a blessing of warmth

There is a kind of pleasure 

In living this way 

Not extravagant 

But rich 

To live this way

To touch

To taste 

The inherent gorgeousness of every day 

Gathering the gold

And feeling the wonder of being alive 

With my whole being 

This is the art of weaving wonder

By Tanya Cameron