Dancing leaves

In an empty sky, I saw two leaves floating 100 feet above the ground. The wind carried them away in a gentle dance. Meanwhile, countless other leaves remained on the ground, nearly unmoving.

It’s hard to predict which ideas will catch fire. Or which projects will resonate. Or when our words will move mountains.

All we can do is delight and wonder. And to continue trusting our voice, our work, and our participation in creation.