Respond to every call
that excites your spirit.
I woke up today to one of those delightfully frosty and foggy mornings. It wasn’t the harsh frost and fog of winter, but something gentler, softer, and much more colorful. It was the kind of frost and fog that predict a warm day ahead.
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.
I went for a walk in the meadows. The meadows are the best place to be at sunrise on a frosty, foggy morning. This is especially true near the end of winter when the ghosts of last summer and autumn — the dried remains of goldenrod, black-eyed susans, and a variety of grasses — take on strange and lovely shapes.
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
The frost didn’t last long, and the warm temperatures it promised arrived quickly. Blue sky, sunshine, a gentle breeze from the south. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the daffodils decide to open today or tomorrow or sometime this week.
Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it before the beginning of the universe.
Thank you for coming along on a short walk through the morning meadows. I’m on my way back outside to work in the garden. Gardening is a wonderful thing to do when I’m in a contemplative mood. It takes me out of my head and into the earth. If you’d like to help, I’ll be in the scrounger’s garden. Or, if the work doesn’t suit you today, we can meet on the dock at sunset which is at 6:02 PM.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.
Today’s joys: Colorful lights dancing in the meadows; hints of springtime; mysterious fog shapes swirling over the pond; rays of sunlight pouring through the pines; deer tracks leading here and there; the mourning doves cooing at sunrise.