Good morning in the truest sense.
Another major transition is so soon upon us,
The meeting of night with day.
I walk in a field of Christmas trees and tromp through mud that was once green,
Then met the grass and earth and made something entirely new.
The trimmed but unchosen trees stretch over the rolling field.
Each one stands erect and points a bony finger silently to the light blue sky.
How patient the trees are!
Join the patience of trees now and sit in silence with your mind open to the sky.
Remember,
It is your body that you inhabit first before anything else.
Flesh yourself out literally.
Remind and rebuild your physical self for this day,
Starting with your feet,
Then legs,
Knees,
Waist,
Chest,
Arms and hands and neck and head,
A whole being.
Feelings are a mixture of elements like soil and rain.
Something has to come down or up and stir feelings,
And something always will,
As long as we are alive.
Wherein lies a clue,
Feelings bring life.
Then comes soul,
Stirred up by emotions.
Usually shy,
Tender and fragile,
Not used to the limelight or any light,
Soul seeks only expression.
How might you offer that today?
May you this day walk unafraid to stir things up a bit.
Remember the elements often require the creative human touch,
And we certainly need the elements.
We need to get our hands into the mud.
Your gift today is a mixture.