You gotta show up.

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Outside my kitchen window, a covey of doves sit on a telephone wire, cooing.

I imagine their conversation. Imagine what it is that has caused them to sit morning after morning on that particular wire.

And in my imaginings, I find the essence of my showing up at my kitchen window every morning.

My job is to pay attention so that I am present to the day unfolding, the world outside my window shimmering beneath the soft grey light of an overcast sky. To smell the coffee brewing and hear the click click of Beaumont the Sheepadoodle’s nails on the hardwood as he wanders into the kitchen in search of his breakfast.

Showing up means being present. Being present requires my attention — and in my attention is the essence of bringing all of me into the moment.

My truth in that moment is I am filled with gratitude. For the doves cooing on the wire. The softness of the morning air. The garden flowing with abundance. The sound of the water in the fountain splashing outside the open window.

I am grateful for the moment of reflection. The smell of coffee brewing. The hot milk steaming in the espresso maker. I am grateful for the cow who gave her milk. Grateful for the ethical farmer who raises and cares for her.

I am grateful for the resources to purchase ethically without worrying about the impact of the cost on my budget.

I am grateful for my husband sleeping in our bed. The dreams that stirred my imagination during the night opening doors to possibility.

I am grateful for Marley the Great Cat winding his warm body in and out of my legs as he vies for my attention. I know he is very attached to the outcome of his admonishment to me to pay attention to him. I feed him so he can get over his anxiety at seeing his dish empty when he awoke.

Outside my kitchen window this morning the doves cooed, the garden was filled with bounty and my heart over-flowed with gratitude.

I have no expectation of this day other than that I continue on my path filled with a sense of wonder and awe, seeking to see the magnificence in all I meet, intent on speaking my truth in love and acting with integrity in all I encounter.

I do not know the outcome of what will happen. I do know miracles await in every breath.

I am blessed.

Namaste.

11 thoughts on “You gotta show up.”

  1. Thank you for this beautiful wander through your process – feels like a walk in a garden and my heart beats stronger and my mind
    rests gentle as I take in the nourishment of your words. Showing up has come to feel like worship to me – an act of loving recognition of the generous creativity that holds and keeps us all. I appreciate the encouragement to go there. Each time. Your words are life to me this morning, Louise:)
    love and thanks,
    Jennifer

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    1. I think it is all of it that makes the difference — sometimes, the process of getting to the ‘starting line’ is the best part of showing up. The turning up here every day, willing to trust the process, willing to let appear what appears makes a difference — the rest feels more like the gravy to me! 🙂

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  2. about the gravy

    one of my Toastmasters friends, a cadiac nurse, gave a speech about gravy at thanksgiving time a few yeas ago – scared the crap out of me and I’ve not touched gravy since …

    seems we’re on the same page about ‘showing up’ being much larger than it first appears

    m

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      1. the way the fat finds its way into the walls of our arteries … freaked me out. And I’ve not had a heart attack or a by-pass, so my ‘gravy-free’ lifestyle must be working.

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