I sat on my porch this morning and felt all of this as I wrote into my Instagram feed, wanting so much to communicate what I was feeling:
“Porch time before dawn: expressing in words the simple joy that greets me in the quiet is a challenge. Hearing the first bird greet the day in song, being able to smell bacon from a neighbor’s kitchen, seeing a light turn on – a far off rooster makes his lusty light proclamation. In the sacred quiet when the senses are open and receiving, heaven and earth shake hands or fist bump or simply hold each other (and me and you) close.”
I realize the idyllic nature of the scene might be disrupted for some who choose to see the wires in the sky as some form of disruption or abruption or somehow a cancellation of beauty.
A fissure, a form, a too-loud conversation in the midst of a quiet, slanted light filled sanctuary.
“How can you see sacred anything with that interruption in the midst of the beauty?”
I ask you, “How can you allow a slash mark to get in the way of a sacred, holy, soul opening moment?”
That’s what we do when we allow the past to interfere with the gift of our present. That’s what we do when we allow the static from our “once-was” to dominate or the tyranny of someone else’s priority crying out instead of our own knowing taking form, reaching from the ethers into our awareness.
The sun, waving hello from the east. She has been present with my daughters for a couple hours now in their East Coast homes and it is my turn, my time on the west coast, to join her in light.
The view from my front porch will always have these wires. I choose to see them as just right. My face will always have its now signature heart shaped scar. I choose to see it as sacred, as holy.
I choose to make space in my day to recognize this holiness rather than succumb to the noisiness of dueling priorities and the nagging of misplaced expectations.
This sacred quiet has allowed my day to be punctuated with taking care of tasks that were hanging in the balance for far too long.
Now, accomplishments, thank to these sacred quiet moments, line up to be celebrated.
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