natural beauty

by erika

This morning I am slightly embittered by the beauty of the world–as Annie Lamott says, “God showing off.” I feel small and cold, cracked fingered and red-nosed, racing for the tardy bell with my 5-year old in tow, hat down over his face, trusting my tug at his left hand up the hill as Mother Nature elegantly wraps herself in a pashmina of sparkling white and icy diamonds, kicks back, and shows her good side to the sun.  Really, you just wake up like that, I marvel at her. “It’s so much easier, ” she brags (she, who is never late for anything and always flawlessly accessorized), “When you stop trying to control and just let things be.”