This day begins at whatever hour it is for you,
And the day's time ticks and beckons to you.
Come,
See what is available.
I clean old ash off my brass ship's clock,
Years after house fire,
To reveal not just a shiny yellow surface,
But a deeper,
Richer luster than before.
Layers of debris exist on everything,
Cloaking us in silence.
Huddle now in this silence.
Use it for your own peace in these moments.
Welcome the shelter that silence provides right now.
Every physical object,
Including our bodies,
Has layers and layers.
Go down now in your imagination,
Deeper into your layers.
Feel beneath your own surface,
Your skin,
And all the way down to your bones and marrow,
Bringing awareness,
Appreciation,
And energy.
With emotional layers,
First come,
First served.
While there is no formula,
No prescription,
Each layer deserves and will take its own time.
Let the foremost feelings up,
To live and to express,
Right at this moment,
Here.
Ephemeral,
Fleeting,
Spirit hovers like fog,
Or vanishes completely like mist in sunlight,
Or roars forth like an ancient animal god.
How can you prepare the way for your spirit,
With its many faces and many depths?
May you peel away the surface of the day today and discover depths.
Your gift today emerges layer by layer.