Is it alright if Christmas isn’t the most wonderful time of the year?

If I miss pieces of my life removed like slices of a pie?

If I wonder about the future and worry about past mistakes?

If I take a beat to bring myself to the present, senses fully aware, and sink into gratitude?

Finding comfort and joy with the camera to my eye.

 
 

ever better,
even as I dance with uncertainty.
the path not prescribed,
the light coming and going.
every picture amounts
to love—
ever better.