Frequently Forgotten Open Heart

Frequently Forgotten Open Heart

Notes from the mountain top ...

Flagstaff and caring friends. While I reach the end of my grueling week, is it alright to tear in the mornings about lost moments forgetting the embrace by Mother Earth, Father Sky? An embrace by a friend? Beauty surrounds us and stands majestically upward on the San Francisco Peaks. A kind smile. I often forget to look. Aren’t we just an odd lot?

You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!
-- Rumi

Lest I remember that beauty can find us in the subtle pause between inhalation and exhalation. A daily epistle like the slight rolling shift offered by the waves at the beach. I have re-committed my breath, the inhalation and exhalation and the pause in between, to the cause. This short musical interlude, the recess between, as a minor entr’acte, a grace note to remind me of the love that resonates in a soft harmonic to the day is here. It always has been.

“You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

I frequently forget. But last night, the evening sky feathered a cold breeze on my cheek as softly as a lover’s touch and chilly as a spray of snow. A quirky contrast to awaken me. Oh winter’s eve, do you play with each of us? Thank you, four times over, for another day. 

And so continues my personal challenge to walk a bit more softly on this craggily earth while raising my thoughts to the open sky. To the mountains. Opened heart to love. Have you also tried this?

And, by the way, my friends, it’s okay to cry in the morning.

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