This morning the woods were dark with yesterday’s rain and I realized just how long it had been since the light felt other than flat, and the woods felt deep.
It smells like spring today, and crows are walking in the street outside.
Today feels like change, clouds whipping by overhead, the sun feeling just a little warmer. Tree branches are moving.
And with this return of depth and motion, I got to thinking about stillness, and how, even when we are as still as we can be, we are in a million different kinds of motion: Blood, breath, neurons, eyes, thoughts, heat, heart…
We grow and change even as we are sleeping.
So, here’s to a day of non dramatic not cataclysmic perfectly ordinary wondrous miraculous change.
Sloughing and re-creating, exchanging breath and food for energy and action.
I invite you to spend a moment acknowledging- even if only for the span of one full breath- all these unseen and unconscious miracles of being.
