Still Child

The child sat silently, observing the family banter around her. Aloof from the crowd, wanting to fit in, but terribly afraid to be noticed. The laughter and conversation filled the room and spilled out into the night air.

A million what ifs fluttering through her mind, like those little blue butterflies that spin around and around alighting only for a second and returning to their dance in the air.

What would be asked of her if she was noticed? What if the attention irritated the adults? It was far better to sit invisibly in the corner, unnoticed,  still.

The child sat silently, observing the family banter around her. Aloof from the crowd, wanting to fit in, but terribly,  terribly afraid to be noticed.

Blanketed or Weighed Down

Blanket of snow

Yesterday I went outside chasing the sunset that was casting a subtle pink glow, framed by dark trees covered deeply in pure white snow. I missed the shot.

As I was walking around snapping different pics, my mind started contemplating. These beautiful trees covered with snow, were they blanketed securely or were they burdened by the weight of the covering?

How many different areas in our life can we ask the same question? Is this question flexible in it’s answer depending on other circumstances at the time?

Are you feeling weighed down today by anything that you once thought of as a beautiful protective blanket? Do you need to shake it off or should you just snuggle down and enjoy it until it melts away?