Dawning prayer. The wind has a sharp edge this morning. The light shares that sharp edge. Each bare limb on the tree in the front yard waves in that sharp moment. It is dawning prayer. That of the new day, the new moment. That of each new breath, breathing the air of the stars, through all time. Dawning prayer, enlightened in the cosmos and in the elegant cosmology that is our more learning every moment. It is the grace of the morning, in the morning, in this moment with prayer.
It is seven ten in the morning. The pattern of a Monday is well in march. The trash truck has just passed by. The light of the day is in the sky. The east wind, yes that lovely east wind, different in texture this morning, but oh so here; the east wind. It is winter. The days have come to shortest moment and now begun the long trek to summer long-ness. I can hear the idling truck across the street. A clock ticks and the east wind blows. The light in the office is slowly dimmed as the daylight intensifies. These are patterns of and moments of awareness.
The trip to 'away' for Christmas is come to home. The excitement of all family and friends, all putter around the preparations for that moment; it is now complete for another trip around the sun. Friends come together and in that delight, old connections renewed and connections that were, in some funny way, a set piece of the dance, now cast in a new light. No longer needing some of the rough edges, they have moved to a grace filled moment of care. At least from this perspective.
Now, other motion comes to play. The breathing in of a power that is beyond the simple patterns and is also all that the simple patterns are ... it has come to play. As, this day has come to play. In laughter, we have come to play.
The harmony of the breathing in and then the breathing out is hypnotic. There is no effort, except to remember to breath in and out in conscious flow. The breathing happens, conscious or not. Well, most of the time. The breathing in conscious intake, hold and out-blow... well that is something all together different.
I saw a photo of a long time ago yesterday. Next to that photo was another of the same people from very recently. In the smiles and laughter of both was the same essence of joy and care. The smiles and laughter, shared then and now, the same when touched in this moment.
How is that possible? And yet it is surely true. That gathered group, smiling in a moment of shared fun, then and then just a short now ago. Every aspect seems the same... well except the years between. Even those melt away in that moment of shared meal, shared laughter, even shared contemplation.
So, this day, harmony. Conscious harmony. In each moment. With gratitude.