What if there were a prayer like an incantation, one to be recited, or sung—if you could carry a tune— echoing around the world like the wood pigeon’s call, five notes radiating as light rays fill the sky announcing: “Morning has arrived”.
What if, I ask, because I wonder what might bloom in our hearts if we held five words to lift us into the dawn— could they luminate our path through starless nights of change, surprise, and dread where daily news suspends us in silent, trembling pause?
Focus. Sing out. A clear message.
One that says: Lift your hearts today. Let love be your guide. My joy illuminates.
Could we, in unison, each in our own language of hope, sing until certainty rises that dawn has arrived, and all are bathed in new light.
Could we sing together and dispel the darkness that seeps through shadowed corners, permeating rooms of despair? Could we try?
There lies hope: Our one honest prayer of life. Together we could light the universe.
Formed knowing it will meet a crushing wave, she dedicates herself to what brings her joy. Though words may scatter like spray in the wind, through uncertainty and half-formed understanding, I persist until that moment of clarity— "Ah, I see!"— throws open my heart's door. I press forward with words and images, offering my spirit in this moment to the welcoming ocean.
Today we finally have a connected site for my blog, art, spiritual companion information, and a soon to be better functioning shop page. It has been 6 weeks of up and down, uncertainty, then certainty, then back to frustration. A big thanks to my nephew, Aaron, for all his hard work. It has been a few hours and I am still trying to take it in and trust it.
Migration out of WP is not easy, not what I expected, and not strait-forward but I am hopeful it will be worth it in the end. If nothing else, I have defiantly learned a great deal about what goes on behind the scenes of a wordpress page. Did I really want to know???
I am sending out this post to make sure my email subscribers are receiving an email, I show up in the reader, and that I show up in the socials. If you are missing your normal way of receiving a post from me, especially via email, please let me know. Many emails were dropped in the process and listed as blocked. I will be working on that from my end as well.
I will be back next Sunday with a regular scheduled post. Yay!
The world over, wherever we roam— sea or mountain, snow or sand— may we unfold our hearts and breathe in what dwells before us.
Even in devstation, we glimpse a lone caterpillar or a single mushroom, yearning toward light and pressing forward into new life, and we pause this moment to witness it all.
Sure as the heart cycles through sorrow then joy in seeing the sky unfurled above, or the quiet grace of drawing breath after breath, we claim what is ours to experience, in this moment, the only one.
