I am reading an online article about Helen Duncan who was convicted of witchcraft in 1944 in Britain and sentenced to 7 months in prison. She was one of the last women to be convicted of witchcraft under Britain’s archaic Witchcraft Act of 1735.
Bemused by what I am reading, I raise my head for a moment and look outside. I gasp.
The river runs red reflecting the rose-red and golden hues of the morning sky.
I stop reading, grab my phone and run to the deck. I have to capture this beauty.
Back at my desk, I laugh at myself. I became so busy taking photos I forgot to just be with the beauty.
I go back out on the deck, without my phone, and breathe into the sunrise. I listen to the river flowing, the hum of traffic crossing the bridge, the dry leaves rustling in the morning breeze. In the distance, a train rumbles along the tracks aligning the river. A bird caws as it flies over.
I fill my senses with all that is around me. Morning has broken and I am one with its beauty, mystery and magic.
The pink-streaked sky has vanished. Dull grey-blue clouds blanket the horizon.
The river runs steely-grey.
The day continues on.
I am grateful.
While I was able to capture the photo above, I am even more grateful I remembered to let go of ‘doing’. In choosing to go back out onto the deck, I was reminded to breathe and let myself be with the feelings and sensations of standing in the chill of morning, allowing the beauty of a dawn-streaked morning to enter my awareness and imbue my body with its brilliance.
I am grateful I let go of capturing the moment to simply be present in its beauty and awe.
And I wonder… how often do I let go of being present to ‘get ‘er done‘ or to capture some one-dimensional impression of what is, rather than being in felt relationship with all that is?