The day begins here
at the edge of the horizon
where earth and sky embrace
with sun sweetened kisses
breaking morning open.
A stranger writes to tell me how much my words meant to them, and tears well up in my eyes.
I watch a man in a bright yellow jacket standing on the bridge watching the water flow, and tears well up.
A chickadee lands in the naked branches of the bush below my window. She hops from branch to branch, a fragment of a song slips through my mind. The Sunshine Band. “Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight….” A smile raises the corners of my lips slightly. Tears well up in my eyes.
A squirrel poses against a tree trunk, tail straight up pointing towards the sky, his body pointed towards the ground, head lifted as if looking straight at me. I smile again and again, the tears well up.
I sit and watch the river flow past. A chunk of ice floats. A duck balances its body on its surface, bobbing up and down as the ice moves along. Smiles and tears again.
There is so much beauty in the small moments.
My heart aches for the small moments. For the moments devoid of virus counts and mass shootings where innocents are slain, not by a glob of proteins attacking their lungs but by a man with a gun intent on taking lives and destroying the peace and beauty of an entire community.
My heart aches and I feel the tears and I feel the sadness and sorrow and I let them flow.
Like the river, they move on, flowing ever onward toward a distant sea.
I sit and breathe and pause. My eyes take in the ineffable beauty of the moment. I fill my senses with the wonder of it all.
So much beauty. So much ugliness. So much darkness. So much light. So much life and death entwined in the eternal dance of being present within the gravitational pull of this planet that sustains us, grounds us and holds us up every moment of every day.
I feel the tears pushing at my eyelids again. Tears swollen and bruised with the sadness of these days of deaths by a virus and manmade destruction.
And then, two geese rise up off the river. Honking loudly, they fly up into the sky, up towards the sun rising in the eastern sky. I run outside onto the deck to capture their wild, carefree flight and feel the cool gentle kiss of morning against my face.
The wildness within me stirs. My senses awaken to this beautiful dance of life in all its complex beauty. Love and joy, sadness and sorrow flow and mingle, forever entwined within the inexplicable beauty of this moment in which I stand, outside in the rising sun, feeling the freshness of spring air against my skin, listening to the honks of two geese flying towards the sun.
And I breathe again, relax the tightness in my shoulders, close my eyes and stand in the cool, crisp air of this spring morning.
No matter the source of these tears, I tell myself, let them flow free. In their passing, you will find yourself rising again into the beauty of this sun-kissed morning where the most precious thing of all is this moment in which you stand, exposed, wild of heart, grateful for the gift of the inexpressible beauty of this world in all its light and darkness.
And so I breathe into this small, succulent and juicy moment and count my blessings. They are many.