Sun beckons to come play now.
The dishes will wait.
A few minutes alone, walking along the upper trail to fetch the draws from a climb, I felt it– the presence of nature that speaks through the living things around you and whispers on the breeze. It’s a stillness and peace, an acceptance of life as what it is, for what it is, and all is well. All is beautiful. Oh, that I could bring that presence into every breath.
I’m pretty sure that the potential is there. We have within us the ability to be still and fully present. But how quickly I forget how beautiful it can be, even in the storms, for when the sun returns again I wonder, was the green so brilliant just the other day? Was it this amazing last spring; did the colors so vibrantly glow? I don’t have to compare. I don’t have to know. My purpose is to love indiscriminately; it doesn’t matter what the weather’s like. I always have a choice.
As you make each choice, you ask.
Is Love wet or dry?