Today if you are reading this I pray you find elysian joy.
You are doing great.
“We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.”
When you’re not here you are missed. You are a miracle.
What you are doing matters. Stick around a bit.
“Think of how much your mother’s body had to endure to give you yours. How can you look at your body in the mirror and see anything less than her miracle?”
NIKITA GILL, MOTHER (VIA MEANWHILEPOETRY)
Up on the mountain early in the morning the faint stirring of my favorite song calling me awake. An early morning alarm clock never sounded so good as the rain pounding the thin roof. However upon waking and searching for coffee I missed it’s glory. The sun woke the day along with the dogs bounding around fetching sticks of pine. My hands covered in sap or was it dog drool? Thankful for this moment. I bless God the strong scent of pine and mountain air. Bless the northwest.
Snow blew in during our last run and by the time I made it back to camp it had turned to drizzle of rain. Rod iron fire pits of warmth and smoke. I turn off the live-stream, the constant feed and enjoy the silence from all the stations of static, reports, and frustrations with the news and current politics. The day’s beautiful order is enough. Heaven’s volume turned high at the sound of hard rain.
Words worth reading are similar to your life. Turn the page and start again.
“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.”
The above ocean photograph taken by Megan Holloway follow her at Ink & Grain.