Preciousness of life

Blossoms

Sometimes the world seems like a dismal place, a sorrowful place, a filled-with-suffering place.

Tornados roar and hundreds die.  Wars gun down thousands.  Hurricanes strike.  Earthquakes rumble and swallow.  We humans bemoan health care or politics or dozens of other subjects.  We worry.  We stress.  Our days seem dismal and challenged.

Yet–for all this suffering–for all that burdens our hearts–for all that darkens our days–I think that, when it’s time to leave this green and blue and golden earth–we’ll be thankful to have experienced this precious spinning life.

Life itself is such a gift.  Even with the challenges, we listen to robins sing.  We feel light rain on our cheek as we walk outside.  We smell Spring’s sacred return.  We dig our hands into the soil, planting seeds.

We witness tiny trees taking root in the woods.  We watch grandfather trees fall in windstorms.  We glimpse a bluebird, flitting like a jewel near the spruce.  A rose-breasted grosbeak soars between the budding maples.

Life in this instant, raw life, beautiful life, sacred life–what a gift.  This moment is precious beyond breath, and so is the next one, and the next one after this.

Precious

I am happy to be alive this Memorial Day weekend.  Amidst all the imperfections of life, perfection exists here, now.  I will not allow thoughts of worry and despair to cloud over this beautiful experience.  I will continually turn toward the divine, the sacred, the infinite possibilities.  I will try to continually open my heart to inclusion, to allowing, to understanding, to love.

Wishing you the best as you embrace your own lives in imperfect perfection.  So grateful for your presence on this earth~~the very special gift of presence that only you can share with us.  My heart overfloweth.  Thank you for all of you.

Footsteps in the sand of life