When I was a little girl, I used to catch fireflies in my hand. I’d hold them there with all my might, fearful their magic might soon slip away.

But then one day, I let my hand extend. And, to my surprise, the firefly remained.

So, proud to share her evening ‘glow’ – this particle of moonbeam consigned to earthly wonder.

She dance a bit, the Peruvian Waltz – then flitted away before taking a gentleman’s hand.

We’re mistaken to think that we must ‘capture’ our peace; for the marvels of this earth exist for those willing to believe.

With love…

Namaste ❤️