Rainy gate by Noelle
At the Delta gate watching travelers swirl all around me. Each with a life of stories about to lift off to another tale somewhere. I step in with them eagerly.
Wait staff greet me with a smile and deliver a delicious and nourishing breakfast. The manager’s hand warm as he shook mine. I feel his gratitude for someone’s awareness of his gate-side establishment. I imagine many pass this way, never looking twice.
Anonymous in a crowd.
The curse of our societies these days.
Security line a breeze, even as TSA searched my bag, tricked by four pounds of the best Block Island fudge heading to colleagues back home. The delight in a new story of fudge mistaken for C-4 explosives.
Rain pelts the runways and I am filled with an equal force of love passing through me. How fortunate to breathe in this next breath on a rainy Sunday morning, my own next tale unfolding before me on each step. It’s as if the world flows into me unabated and unrestrained.
Such small things to attend to, yet they lift me past my old mind. Lift me aloft on trade-winds that will take me to some new shore. There is a freshness in my mind I wish to deeply savor.
Energy moves down the vessels of each arm, my finger tips tingling. I look at my hands and they almost seem like someone else’s. What good can they do in this life they’ve yet to attempt? Who will I become if I unleash them on everything I touch? How much am I made of a magic so exquisite it floods from me touching ever soul I look upon? What if in this moment I am a force of love that floods this Delta gate, as the Mississippi floods the Louisisana delta?
To step into such love now, as I step onto this plane… Not later in meditation, but now, eyes open, fully wake, completely present, totally in love.
Reflection on Water. Vancouver, BC by Lionel Phillippe
A softness opens within me
Mirrored deftly by a wind that
Envelopes my skirt and
Lifts a hair off my brow
The more I let go
The subtler I become
Welcomed joyously as a child
Dashes to the surf
No resistance to the careful way
Spirt rearranges my soul
Look how pliable and
Permeable I am!
I grow upwards a great seaweed forest
Blooming beneath summer waves
So porous that light – refracts
Passing through and pooling in my hands
Laughter reverberates off every wall
Yet a warm dark nothingness is plain and
So deep it can’t be touched
Love ever present
I skid across its quiet, mysterious surface
A reflection, a flicker
A precious nugget of time
A single tick on an infinite clock
See my light dance
Wave to wind
Wind to wave
I am this for only a second
Time passes, I grow softer still
Till one day I am so gentled
I slip back into the deep
A shaft of light
Embraced fully, richly
By a more loving tide
Path Through a Wood: Photo by Noelle at Roxborough State Park
I am richer for having begun to blog with all of you. Each post you make, whether I like that post or not, has taught me something. You have shown me the world with your essays, poetry, photographs, and paintings. Your support of my site has kept me inspired to keep going, too. I realize it is not Thanksgiving everywhere, but I send to you all from here in beautiful Colorado the deepest gratitude the holiday inspires for us.
I am moving my home this weekend so won’t be posting much in the next few days, but Happy Thanksgiving to all.
We hang delicately in the now between what was and what hasn’t been. A circus performer on one foot, balancing gracefully on the high wire. This is what the Universe was made for. For you. In this moment. On this very breath of life filling you up. A ceaseless cycle of letting go, taking in, letting go, taking in. Raise your arms, turn on the wire and feel the power of each balancing motion. Feel how innately you know how to move in this moment. That at your core where all balance resides is a total knowing of how to take the next step. Know with certainty that there is no risk. The net is there, has always been there, will always be there. You are the spirited acrobat of the Great Circus Tent. The divine applauds in the stands with glee at your every move. You are divine grace and balance, in motion.