Listening to the birds. Looking at ducks building a nest in the pond. Raging thunder all around. The wind caressing my cheeck. The intense green of the grass, leaves carelessly dancing with the wind. This exact color of blue of this sky, right now. The shapes of the clouds. A holy tear born in the corner of my eye.
Who is the one blowing the wind?
Who is the one urging the birds to procreate?
Who is the one whispering words of love and comfort in my ears?
I can not look at the world around me and not be amazed.
I can not look at all of my life and not fall on my knees in devotion.
The sadness. The joy.
The journey. The perfect unfolding. Ever evolving.
The only questions that remain…
How much of myself am I willing to give?
How much am I willing to surrender?
How much am I willing to receive the fullness of this moment? No matter the conditions?
How often do I to listen to the silence behind the sounds?
It is not the conditions that create our happiness. It is our ability to fall in love with all that is. This is what transforms our lives. This is what heals our relationships. This is what leaves us in utter and complete bliss. But oh.. it’s a practise for sure.
So be quiet my love.
Listen to the sounds.
Breathe in, breathe out.
All is well.
All is taken care of.
Let go of the worrying mind.
Everything is allright.
Worrying makes the nightmare even worse.
Release. Loosen up. Let go. Play.
Listen to the sounds…
Feel the presence of love.
Whispering through the sounds of nature.
From a place far beyond.
Would you care to spend a little of your time? Just this moment to experience a fraction of the omnipresent grace that is always available to you?