Its a blustery morning outside. I can hear the wind howling, the sky is low and heavily clouded and the big blue herons cling to their perches, backsides facing into the gales. There are three birds this morning. A family? Not sure, though its been my experience to see groups of three throughout the summer and now into the fall. Its a gifted privilege I have: A) to live in this magnificent house of windows looking out over the beautiful marshland and forests surrounding this robust little stream.& B) to have the financial resources to afford to live here and even more important to have been able to purchase a fine pair of binoculars such that I am allowed these intimate views of the big birds...
I'm on my third cup of coffee and the dogs are beginning to stir and the cat would like me to notice that his breakfast bowl needs to be filled. The other humans in my home are still sleeping. Its a transition time, not quiet silent, not robust and I feel a bit resistant to change. I love this reflective time of day wherein I am alone with my muse. Ahead of me are 12 hours of teaching, meetings, learning. The pace will pull me along. I'll probably spend more time in reaction rather than reflection and intentional action and yet, I know too that this work is touched by the sacred and I will silently remind myself to stay present, to stay centered; to speak authentically, and from a place of loving kindness. There are many others who will weave their way through my world today; many of whom are full of pain, remorse, despair. They'll look for peace, insight, and love. May I be centered, awake and open to enveloping them into my circle.
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