Joyful Ruins

There are many invitations in a day

Invitations to rest, by a window, with a book, holding a hand

Invitations to notice, the bee on the flower, the shape of a cloud, the smile of a stranger

Invitations to be present, to the colors, to the moment, to the person

Invitations to work, to care for your home, to help others, to cook, to grow

Invitations to create, to write poetry, paint sunsets, compose music

Invitations to heal, to dance, be counseled, cry, be held

Invitations to connect, to talk with a friend, go see family, be among a crowd

Invitations to learn, to seek new perspectives and experiences, to go beyond our bpunafires and boxes

So many invitations

they can overwhelm

so we choose instead

the invitation to scroll

to fabricate

to like but not connect

to post, argue, cancel, consume