Ah…I have some time and space to myself
and the presence of mind to feel grateful for it.
The autumn wind blows.
I can hear the windchime just outside my door.
Its ringing says, Now. Now. Now. Now.
A part of me wants to check out and go back to sleep.
A part of me wants to stay awake and be productive.
A part of me knows my body is hungry.
A part of me doesn’t want to bother stopping to eat.
What should I do?
The autumn wind blows.
The wind chime keeps ringing Now. Now. Now. Now.
Maybe I’ll just step outside
and let the wind caress my hair, my face.
I don’t need to think about what’s next;
I can flow through this moment
and appreciate what it offers.
When my mind isn’t cluttered with
what I should do,
I can enjoy life being done through me.
Space to be who I am,
Space to realize what needs to get done
and space to allow some things left undone.
Space for silence.
Space for being.
Space for right now.
(I found the image above when I Google searched “Images of space”. If I knew to whom I should give credit for the photo I would…Hubble Telescope perhaps?)
Breathing in, I calm my body
Breathing out, I smile.
Dwelling in the present moment,
I know this is a wonderful moment.
—Thich Nhat Hanh
Could I allow life to be simple?
Could I attend to just this moment?
Could I slow down, breathe and smile?
Let me try and see what happens.
There comes a moment
in forgiveness work
when we realize that
there’s nothing left to do
We can try to control the process.
We can try to dig up our own stories
and cleanse our own wounds.
We can see healers,
we can ask for a healing balm,
we can apply it…
but then it’s time to trust
in the healing process.
For just one moment
step away from the story
that you shouldn’t be hurting.
Look at what your pain
has taught you.
Open up to your heart of awareness
and be grateful for what has led you here.
All is as it should be.
Now allow the healing to come.
Asking how and why
and being told to wait.
and being told
I need to be patient.
I have these big dreams, God,
how will I realize them?
Child, just watch.
You are allowed to sit back
and relax as the majesty unfolds.
I want this for you.
Sources of inspiration coalesce,
sending me the same message
until it reaches in
and takes root.
they’re all saying the same thing:
Open, grow, let it flow.
So I open.
I open more.
And the changes come slowly at first,
but then more quickly over time.
I see my responsibility
in opening to possibility
and how the only one ever
holding me back was, well,
Now, this, this is power:
realizing that the failure was mine,
but now so is the success.
And I get to choose.
I was walking across a parking lot today
when movement up above caught my eye.
Looking up into the bright blue,
cold, clear autumn sky
I saw a gorgeous hawk
circling slowly overhead.
Transfixed, I stopped,
struck by the graceful
stretch of wings
and the way the bird
was allowing itself to float
on invisible circles of air.
What if we could do that?
I asked myself.
Don’t we all have to stretch
before we can fly?
I wondered what would happen
if I stretched myself like this,
and allowed myself
to be buoyed up
by the invisible forces
that constantly move me.