Already,
This day is unique and not quite like any other day that has ever been.
Let yourself join this special day.
White sea smoke covers the still harbor surface,
Alive and drifting,
Giving the illusion of widespread fire when,
In reality,
Its source is not fire,
But ice.
This sea smoke is to be the planet's own breath,
Escaping in complete white silence out into the frigid air.
Breathe in silence yourself.
Join your inner air with that around you and take in the colder,
Newer breath of life.
Breathe from the inside out so that you empty completely.
Then,
Bring the new air in to every part of your body,
Starting with your toes way down on the floor and then around your whole system,
Bringing fresh air and energy for this new day.
Find the spark and fan the flames.
See what fires burn within,
What feelings smolder,
Looking for a way out.
Tend and encourage the truth of your feelings,
The flames of passion,
The burn of sadness,
The heat of anger,
And the warmth of love.
Purified by our everyday conflagrations,
Large and small,
Lies Spirit.
Impervious to fire and ice,
Spirit waits patiently for fresh air,
For the day's new opportunities.
May you tend your fires this day.
Your gift today is your spark.