The Weight of a Breath

A seed waits. It does not know the wind is coming. It only knows the architecture of its own fragility. To let go is not an act of surrender, but an act of faith. We spend our lives clutching, afraid that if we open our hands, we will vanish into the gray. We forget that the sky is made for the drifting.

There is a quiet power in being small. In being temporary. The world is built on these tiny, invisible departures. We think we are anchored, but we are only waiting for the right current to carry us toward the next beginning.

What remains when the last seed has finally taken flight?

Kirsten Bruening has captured this delicate suspension in her image titled Miracles Happen. She invites us to see the strength hidden within the ephemeral. Will you let go of what you are holding today?