The close heavens let soft raindrops fall gently to the morning earth,
Where they touch and wet the tender new plants.
They stir up a damp smell of life and remind us how much we ourselves are made of water and need to be watered.
The rain comes so softly it is silent.
The earth opens,
Receives,
And stills itself.
See the welcoming earth open,
Receiving,
And still.
Let your body soak up everything that nurtures you.
Take in the light,
The air,
And the sights,
Colors,
And sounds.
Bring everything warm and loving into your deepest level,
Through the skin,
Down into the very bones of you.
Feel your life with every feeling you can find.
In this way,
Your feelings can nurture you and grow you.
Who knows what stalwart and beautiful plant or flower will bloom here?
Whether it takes overnight or eons,
The miracle of your spirit will flower.
Like a plant,
Both mysterious and familiar,
Or a beloved ancestor coming for a visit,
Your spirit calls,
Seeking only to flourish.
May you join this day as you would enter a flourishing garden.
Your gift this day is to bloom.