Welcome to this day already in progress,
A work of art in process,
A big canvas with but a few brush strokes so far.
I sit here vacillating between an artist's ecstasy and despair,
Saying in both cases,
Who,
Me?
The only answer is,
As Mainers say,
Yup.
In between opposites,
Silence often lives.
As we create silence now,
The only noise is the soft rush of inhalation,
Then the soft sigh of exhalation.
Notice the brief,
Deep silence in between.
The one who breathes is the physical body.
Let your breathing wake you up.
Imagine your breath traveling down to your feet,
Then back up,
Bringing energy and life to your whole body right now.
As you awaken your emotional self and begin to feel your feelings,
Notice that there is a space between your feelings created by having to take a breath.
This space counts,
Too,
As rest and as the feeling of relief.
In between everything is spirit,
The stuff that touches us,
That bonds us.
When wounded,
Spirit shrinks.
When healed,
Spirit expands.
Be aware of when your spirit shrinks and when it expands.
May you today find and express the creative part of you.
May you join all the other artists in your life creating this day.
Your gift today is art history.