I brought my 2015 Blessing Jar with me today, and poured its contents out on the floor at my feet. I sit in the grape-vine rocking chair looking out at the ancient oak tree as I read a few: grateful for a working furnace and a comfortable home; grateful for a good nights sleep; grateful for enjoying watching a favorite TV show.
I meditate for a while before slipping comfortably into napping, still sitting in my rocker. I sip a cup of tea upon waking and then decide to go out and enjoy the beautiful spring day.
Walking out to the labyrinth, I recall having been told in 1988 I had osteoarthritis and needed a hip replacement. Fortunately, they did not do that surgery because I was deemed too young….
I feel so fortunate I am able to walk.
Aware that I’ve been coming to Still Waters for over 20 years, I feel profound gratitude to and for Delcy and Tom Kuhlman for creating and maintaining this space.
Walking the labyrinth, I appreciate just being where I am, putting my feet on the earth in front of me.
I momentarily ponder the person I was those many years ago when I first came here before settling back in to being present on the path.
Loving the beyond-their-peak-but-still-fragrant daffodils, I think of a woman I introduced to Still Waters who had come and helped plant some of these many bulbs. I wish her blessings on her path.
For just an instant, I feel nostalgia about not keeping a paper-and-pen journal at this time in my life.
I hear hawk in the woods nearby. Crow caws. Butterfly and bee are my companions among the blooms in their phases of letting go. Below the hill, by the lake, Mr. and Mrs. Canadian Goose seem to be planning a family.
I bend to pick up a small branch in the middle of my path. It is perfectly the shape of a dowsing rod.
I enjoy that there are no choices I must make of which way to go here in the labyrinth. Day-to-day life is filled with many crossroads, and we must choose.
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