This tiny fern fossil was found by my son when he was doing some construction work about 5 years ago.
It is small and fragile - the stone tends to chip - and I am ever so careful with it.
I can only imagine how many centuries old the impression of this tiny, beautiful fern is.
It is still here - if not in body then in image.
It's beauty still catches at my heart.
I have been silent a while.
Considering changes - moving - upheavals - new beginnings.
I think I am brave enough now.
Have faith enough now.
I will be busy the next few weeks - sorting through the detritus of accumulated "stuff" I never do "need some day". I want to be able to live as lightly as possible.
Light of sorrows. Free of burdens so that I can grasp the newness of difference and grow.
This is me - growing into the light.