This morning, I am inspired by one of my favorite passages from poet, Mary Oliver, entitled Praying.

“It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.”

So often we feel the necessity for grandeur; a sense of formality which supersedes the practicalities of heart.

When isn’t it simply a return to senses, which helps us to reclaim a centering of soul?

“this isn’t a contest but the doorway…”

Oh, my goodness – yes. But, more so, and perhaps in a much broader sense — we are that ‘doorway’, after all?

We keep looking outside of ourselves for the answers, but what if we are our own spiritual path?

Enlightenment doesn’t have to be grande or forged through years of feet upon cushion. Rather simply, it should be marked with a return to that which is so unmistakably you.

Sometimes, we view this present moment as a means to an end; our minds racing to the rhythm of ‘if only, then…”

But, we lose so much in this perpetual cycle; we lose this fullness of self.

My darlings, on this day I invite you to ‘come as you are’; to fill your lungs with this blessing of day…to pay attention, and find gratitude for all.

In peace ~

Namaste ❤️