What’s here now?

Today’s sunrise from my front porch

Whats here now, after this? After the dying, after the old has left? Whats wanting to happen now?

Where can I tread, lightly enough as to not disturb the shy creature that wants to emerge - out of that dark thicket into the waiting light?

It takes patience and gentleness. Everyday.

Everyday saying yes to whats here and going with the rivers flow. For years I’ve resisted life - and there are times when pushing is right for you - to test you - when you are young and have the muscles and want to flex. But power in later years is more about timing and clear intuition. Now: how we move - and we do so with strength and clarity.

Where am I now? What wants to be seen, what wants still to be loosed, let go?

In these strange times we do well to go and sit by the river, to listen to the wren - to make no spectacle of ourselves and allow nature to quieten us down, sober us up, and speak the volumes of truth we are so deeply reluctant, but longing to hear.

So now, go gentle into this day. Take time in quiet cords of love - string her about you calmly and see if you can notice how quietly but utterly well life goes on each in it’s place - sun rising, falling - moon tracking - and you - move so too.