Sitting here in my spot for the hundredth time,
(not every day, but more days than not, and is that not fine with God?)
Same time or thereabouts,
(and soon that will change as we “fall back”)
in the dark as spring-summer becomes autumn-winter.
The light by the sofa was on while I wrote of night dreams and morning musings.
But then I turn it off and sit on purpose in the dark, in nature’s light, to observe the coming of a new day.
And as I look out upon the trees,
my tree, that graceful glossy green laurel leaf willow,
and then through and across the fence to the neighbour’s golden ash,
and then further beyond to the dark spruce,
I notice, as I do most days,
a swaying of limbs and fluttering of leaves as if those trees, too, are awakening from their midnight slumber.
As if they, too, sense the energy rising now with the sun, amplified now among our long and languid limbs.
And as I watch, minute by minute, soon moment by moment,
the ever-changing sky, watch stars and moon appear to disappear,
I wonder, what kind of day this will be?
Oh, I could get up and check the weather forecast on TV or my very clever smart phone.
But I want to remember that more natural, original way of discerning,
by watching the sky and the trees as they awaken into this day,
enlighten me into this day.
And as I watch, I feel an exquisite, piercing joy with what I see,
with my life in this moment of life.
And I realize, as I feel a growing pressure on my palate, in my head, and in my heart,
that joy is not in this moment, nor ever,
quite what I imagine it to be.
It hurts a bit, brings me to tears a bit,
as its sweet and utter fullness takes hold,
takes me over,
And I wonder, once again, is this the embrace of God?
Exquisite, Katharine. Thank you.
Thank you, Bonnie.
Oh Katharine, thank you for sharing this truly inspiring moment of being. I’m so glad I popped in and read/felt your moving expression as it resonated with me.
The cool and sparkling days of late September flow like golden wine into the bowl of autumn. ~Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons
Beautiful exchange, dear Myrna. Thank you and hope you are well!
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