I’m reminded of a passage by poet, Mary Oliver this morning.

“It was early,” she writes “which has always been my hour to begin looking at the world and of course, even in the darkness, to begin listening into it. So many gifts!”

Indeed, sometimes we ‘need only to stand where we are’ to realize that we are blessed.

Look, look how the trees bow humbly before you – graced by the simple gift of your presence. Standing, in peace, as noble guardians – for all that has yet to come, and might soon be.

The path is wide and rich, my darlings – and, we’ve only just to lean into it a bit, to experience the true majesty of this life.

Open your eyes. Watch how the rain forms to fallen leaf, holding this space – with grace. And, “giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment.”

And, it’s all right here, my dearest darlings – our spiritual refuge, and only salvation.

Wrapped, as a gift, within each glorious moment – waiting patiently for our senses to come alive.

That we may, one day, finally lean into the wonderment of this world.