Looking out into a sea of earthen brown, she saw a single winsome yellow leaf. And yellow seemed to be the color of still. Shining light where hope had faded, lost in the shedding of the trees. And now she understands, the power of yellow. Now that she has stilled her heart, and wandered into the noticing. The leaf, it floated to the earth like a magic carpet bearing gifts. Gifts for those who long for stillness from the ache of busy. “Be still with me” the leaf cried out “and join me while I rest, stay with me and together we’ll celebrate the yellow happy stillness. ”
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Today is Day 24, ready, set, go notice
dedicated to Nancy O. Franson, new lover of noticing and poetry. Old lover of yellow.
elizabeth w. marshall 