Morning light

I am waiting for the light- the slow growth of ember and hope that without fail climbs above the eastern horizon each day and lights up the darkness. It is not by chance that the light burns daily through the darkness, giving us eyes and and a clear path into each day. This deliberate movement, this beautiful dance of spheres in space is a mindful meditation. It is a gift-- yet another chance. Another opportunity for me to wake and clear my head and set out on my path, heart full of love, soul full of light.

 Daily my heart has the opportunity to swoon at the wonder of nature, the trees that root themselves in the richness of this land and the branches that reach ever sun-ward. The trees do not mind the weather, they do not bow down inside of themselves when the clouds hold the light for themselves. We cannot fault the clouds-- December is a long hibernation, we are all thirsty for light.

Let us reach up as trees, rooted firmly. Let us practice this daily mindful meditation that these wondrous sphere teach us. Each day, let us begin with the slow growth of ember and hope. Let us trust that the sun will climb above the horizon and light up our darkness. Let us wake and clear our heads, and set out for our adventures on a well lit path. Heart full of love. Soul full of light.