Blessed be the circumstances that bring you into this day.
I walk in the woods with my dog Zoe.
My feet slip and slide on slick,
Thick ice that covers the path and flows into all the lower sections,
Like icy lava,
Surrounding and freezing the tree trunks in place.
The iced flow seems to have happened eons ago,
But remains in frozen silence,
Solid now,
Mute testimony to the liquid changes of yesterday.
How much from the past stands preserved in silence like ourselves?
Continue your silence in these new moments.
Feel the density and presence of your physical being,
Mostly quite the same as it was yesterday.
See anew who you are physically,
Your toes and feet,
Your legs and thighs,
Your waist and middle,
Your chest and neck,
Your shoulders and arms,
Your hands and fingers,
Your head and face.
Feel what feeling might need to thaw and flow forth.
Let it melt enough to move and seek out its own path,
Downhill,
Around obstacles,
Naturally finding its own way.
What smooths the way is spirit,
The underlying steady essence of who we are.
So much slips and slides during a day,
During a life,
But the core remains,
Some solid center,
A destiny that is yours alone.
May you flow with the currents of this day.
Your gift today is to flow.
