This Moment.

And I woke up this morning to a world full of promise. A sky filled with hope for the sun yet to arrive to kiss the earth that is still asleep covered with the blanket of slumber held by winters magic.

The light grows upon my eyes and I am always in captivation of what is to come for I can never be sure of the unfolding.

Should the clouds stay and tantalize me with a promise or will they wisp away and allow forth the glimmer of warmth that will rain forth through my windows and sooth the chill still resting on my tired body?

It is never promised, this day that caresses us. Though we would like to believe the morning comes for we have willed it to, the truth is it simply arrives whether we wish it or not.

The birds sing, melodious and sweet.

The sleeping branches sway their winter song.

All creatures bound by this existence continue each morning, each night as it has always been regardless of my current state of ambiguousness. Each moment in perpetual motion set forth by a hand we can only imagine to be there.

Yes, onward it comes and I reminded of my minuscule matter in this tidal wave of life. No more than the drop of water careening down the side of my cup pulled by a force I can not see, but propels me just the same.

Perhaps this is all imagination, fooling myself that I can direct the course my feet should travel. Maybe the destination is no more than words put together to ease my discomfort during times of melancholy. Time no more real than the imaginations of crazy thought bought by those still in their dormancy and willingly scuffed off to those too fraught with confusion to do anything more than follow.

It matters not. The morning will come on a chariot sending forth hues of pink and powdered blue to set the stage, an asseveration of a night that will step aside and ring on the golden disc that is our sun.

Morning, it seems, can not be restrained. Some will greet it dancing, rested on toes bursting with anticipation of a song yet to be heard. Poised for a choreography not yet written, but filled with curiosity and excitement, while others will offer no more recognition to it’s statement than that of their discarded thoughts.

And I?

The birds have awakened from their slumber, nattering on about things I can only imagine. The sky has opened and the sun smiles on all that my eyes can feast and beyond. Nothing is certain, and yet, though in the distance there are clouds willing to obscure the light now billowing onto my face, I feel content. Content for now to simply witness the nondiscrimination that the winter capped mountains hold as their faces glow with plumes of pink, orange and gold to hold there until at last their frozen tops lends way to white.

Relaxed to know that regardless of their seeming frivolity flitting about the landscape of prairie and tree, the birds will continue to sing a song I may never understand, but my heart cherishes it just the same.

Peace. Peace to know that this moment is unlike any moment preceding it, or that will come again. Knowing that in this moment I have captured it as a picture, imprinted on the pages of my soul and that each moment proceeding has the purview to extend to such heights and impermanent nature as this one.

One Earth.

Gratitude

Gratitude starts with ourselves. A simple acknowledgement of life. Like everything on this journey, it is an inside job and it starts with each one of us.
Gratitude is more than a word. It is a feeling, a knowing.
Knowing I could have been anyone, anywhere, with any combination of souls to travel with is awe inspiring! But I got to be me!
I had the blessing to have the parents and childhood that gave me the lessons and experiences that helped me evolve to the person I am today. Each moment, each circumstance and every choice I made led me here. Right now, this moment. Though there are moments in which I can honestly I was not proud, gracious, or even understanding, each moment was merely a lesson of grace. Through the rivers of time I have been learning and evolving in the gift of life with gratitude.
Gratitude starts with me.
Grateful for this body that I inhabit. Though there are times I have felt less than gracious for this life vessel, the more I have learned to appreciate it, the more symbiotic we become.
Indebtedness for this Heart. A Heart with its own voice and wisdom. My beautiful Heart that has shown me, that although I may not like a person, place, situation or even myself, even though it aches and gives me a sense of emptiness, my Heart still loves. Loves each person, place, situation and me. Unconditional.
Gratitude for my mind. A mind that has shown me a different view. A different perspective. Though it hasn't always been easy to hear a different set of drums it has afforded me a uniquely beautiful view of life. It is a gift and the more I see it that way the more my centers work together. Each one slowly vibrating at the same frequency forming an unshakable whole.
In the end there is always benediction for Spirit/Creator. For I carry with me always, the knowledge I am but a seed of the Universe from which all this is possible.
My path is often hidden from view, but if there is one single purpose I should choose to acknowledge, it would be to be able to show each and every being that they too deserve to feel gratitude for themselves. That each should know that they too are so much more than they think. That against all that we have been told to believe, Gratitude is not for a select few, for the more deserving. It is our right. It is the front door to our 'home'. May we all know that we are more courageous, infinitely wiser and wildly more gifted than we 'choose' to see.
Should Gratitude of ourselves be our top priority, then what a brighter world we will have gifted ourselves.

One Earth.