Breathing without thinking about breathing.
And yet, aware of each breath.
Grateful for each breath.
Sun rising without thinking about rising.
And yet, I lean into the horizon with anticipation and awe.
Grateful for the day.
Moment birthing and dying into the seed of the next moment.
Reborn within itself.
Grateful for the chance.
I am breathing.
I am rising.
I am birthing.
I am grateful for the chance.
Potions, Lotions, Magic Charms: Slowly . . . slowly. Do things slower today. Drive a little slower today. The Earth is rotating at a speed of 1,000 miles an hour and moving around the sun at a speed of 67,000 miles an hour . . . so take a day to enjoy the ride.
This I now know: Moments don't wait for cameras or pens for recognition - most moments pass quickly by, unnoticed, unappreciated and underestimated.
He Said / She Said: A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Maya Angelou.
5 comments:
Lovely poem and pictures, Lindy! I know what you mean about moments passing by -- I like what Einstein said about either everything being a miracle or nothing being one -- I'm trying to think that everything is one! And the Maya A. quote is great.
What a marvelous blog you have. Reading it was like learning that Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Sylvia Plaith had, despite the obstacles of time and distance, produced a child born with the talent to surpass them both.
"I am breathing.
I am rising.
I am birthing.
I am grateful for the chance."
And this is what the meaning of life is and will always be, something simple and yet infinitely complex.
Oh Lindy,
This is glorious.Your heart speaks to mine.
Thank you,
Sending you the softness of this morning light,
love, M
Thank you all, for the beautiful comments.
I write on whims and wings and never know where it will take me...so your taking the time to read and comment means so much.
And welcome, Maithri, to my tiny sacred space. I am honored to have the presence of your loving energy grace these pages.
Peace and love,
Lindy
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