Morning Radiance

There is time shortly after sunrise when I’m filled with awe at the

Morning Radiance

and reflections on the pond.

I cannot count the number of photographs that I’ve made of the pond behind our house. Sometimes I tire of the view, but rarely. Each day the light changes, the seasons turn, and I see the beauty of it all in a slightly new way. When I embrace beginner’s mind I see for the first time, each time I gaze out the window.

And each day the brand new beauty reminds me that I too am brand new in this moment. I can simply be alive and full of gratitude. And I can be just as I am.

The Open Door

A  door opens. Maybe I’ve been standing here shuffling my weight from foot  to foot for decades, or maybe I only knocked once. In truth, it doesn’t  matter. A door opens and I walk through without a backward glance. This  is it, then, one moment of truth in a lifetime of truth; a choice made,  a path taken, the gravitational pull of Spirit too compelling to ignore  any longer. I am received by something far too vast to see. It has  roots in antiquity but speaks clearly in the present tense. “Be,” the  vastness says. “Be without adverbs, descriptors, or qualities. Be so alive that awareness bares itself uncloaked and unadorned. Then go forth  to give what you alone can give, awake to love and suffering,  unburdened by the weight of expectations. Go forth to see and be seen,  blossoming, always blossoming into your magnificence.”

   — Danna Faulds