Counting Blessings

“Before you act, listen. Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you pray, forgive. Before you quit, try.”-Ernest Hemingway

Before getting out of bed this morning I struggled with moving.  After such a delicious night of continuous sleep I began to think it was a crime to get out of the coolness of my covers and room.  Once I opened up the blinds, the sliding door, the windows and I breathed in the cool mountain air, the fog ever so present, I geared up to take this day with zest enjoying the laughter of an 8 month old in the background.  It is hard to stay put with so much beauty around here.  Just like the quote, before you act, listen.  Listen to your body and your spirit.  It will always tell you how to act, react, love, pray and try.  By stopping and paying attention to everything you are allowing spirit, not ego, to watch out for you. You are connecting with the Divine.  It’s that simple.  Tell yourself something that counts in your life.  Hold it for a moment and then go out and cherish the possibilities this new day will bring.    I am grateful for this adventure of life. 

Have a great morning and a fabulous day!  Gotta go get me a morning piece of nature, love and life…!

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Beyond the Light

Morning Majesty taken on Blue Ridge ParkwaySunrise –

the world is full of promise,
possibilities still lie discarded
by any illusion of the mind.
I watch light enter day,
erasing the darkness,
breathing hope
through the sounds
of Earth stretching
and clearing the fog
from uncertainties.

The dance between

what was and what is to become

is mystical.

In awed,
I witness the Divine

through the breeze,

ripples of diamonds on the water,

hummingbirds tapping at my window,

a deer feeding in the back field.

Oh yes,

this is sunrise with all its beauty

and secrets

enticing the awareness

that looking for my soul with my mind

will never be found.

Just like the fog, it is separate from the light.

I must look through the heart

to see the morning rise

and allow the mysteries

to paint the way.

Nature’s Dance

The fog gives way

to water

finally releasing

into the trees,

allowing the air

to cool

everything

along the way.

The mountain breathes,

exhales,

sighs in relief.

These mornings are magical.

Birds sing and dance,

flapping their wings

among the leaves,

saluting nature.

I know how they feel.

I, too, am saluting

as I wake to the sounds

of drops indenting the pond.

It will be a while

before the sun comes through

and until then

I will sit and watch

nature dance in the rain.