In the midst of everything… The sound of the sirens and the dog howling, and my reassurances to him that all is well….
And my daughter getting tucked into bed, nourishing a broken heart over girls who no longer want to be friends – her daddy reading her a bedtime favourite called, “Mr. Mischief” (from the Mr. Men series)…..
In the midst of the traffic light which turned as we rolled out of the pub after chicken wings and beer, a shady hide-away from the light of day, and the music playing renewing my husband’s spirit…
In the midst of my grown teenage boy growing up even more, past me now, talking to his girlfriend on the phone…
And my own day of loneliness, touch, wonder, chaos and curiosity, what’s next, what can I grow…
I smell the lilacs in bloom, more sweet than ever, more luscious still than any springtime weather, and my hydrangeas hanging their heads with the promise there is more to bloom…
I hear the vacant stars and the moonlit sky calling to us to return to the evening calm as mosquitoes die and leave us alone…
In wonder, I return, again and again, to the seaside smell of wonder, the promise of never-after, but forever becoming, now still humming, wondering, promising, who, what, how and when…
Thank God for this constellation of stars, for this still-light moon, for this dancing array of the bottomless possibility we may find our way, of the heavenly knowing that no dew remains long as the sun returns…
I light my hands, every morning, skyward. I rise above the hasty habit of introspection and dry thought, I remember the chance to begin again, to stir, to ask the question, to reap the reward, to dance the floor boards
Oh my soul promises yet again, and never ever ends. Oh the promise is that I rise again, and again, and again. Never dying, always rising, crying, the surrender to what is.
Amen.
P.S. This is all about Letting Go… How do you surrender? How do you deal with the chaos of life? I found my sweet spot in this spiritual surrender. How do you find yours?
