Welcome.
In the wet woods,
The close air is still sharp with a lingering cold,
Yet rich with earth smells.
White snow and gray ice melt to reveal black and brown twigs and dirt,
Mixing,
Moving mysteriously downstream.
Frechettes gurgling appear unexpectedly in the middle of the standing trees.
While all the rest of your life moves around you,
Be an island of rest.
Give yourself quiet at this time,
This hour,
This moment.
Let the chaos move right on by,
Swirling,
Twirling,
While you remain centered,
Calm,
And unmoving,
Rooted solidly in your quiet time.
Feel what you are made of physically,
Your mass,
Form,
And shape.
Know that you are unique.
This is the only you there is.
Your feet and legs,
Your waist and torso,
Your chest and shoulders,
Your arms and hands,
Your head and face.
So,
Too,
Your emotions,
Even experiencing exactly the same event,
None of us would have precisely the same feelings in response.
As you sit here right now,
Let whatever feeling arises come,
Be known,
And be expressed.
The energy of this feeling clears a pathway for spirit,
Scrubbing and scouring a streambed like the melting snows of winter,
Creating new streams in the woods.
Marvel at the unexpected,
Yet powerful pathways where there is least resistance as spirit moves in its own course.
May you find your own course today.
Your gift today is revealing.