I awake to a sun-filled dawn
first frosty, then warming
to coat-less by midday.
Each inhalation brings the smell of
thawing soil and microbes
busily breaking down the wet musty leaves.
The fragrance of trees aroused by the warmth,
pulsing through veins swelling buds
Overhead, a flock of geese arrive from the south
In their signature V
Passing by, perfectly formed
then undulating, as the lead bird falls back
bowing to its body’s fatigue
another taking up the charge in a primal ballet.
Circling like a plane on final approach
destination within sight, they descend.
I, too, journey to this time and this place
as if by some instinctual voice
calling me home.
I catch myself whispering to the wind
“What am I called to do?”
The wind rises, a chorus in the cattails
You are here
All around me the world is waking up from Winter’s slumber
On this day…
The Great Turning does not occur on a set date
prescribed long ago by some forgotten wise men in a far off land
It occurs today.
Right here. Right now.
Who I am is not what I do but where I am at,
mind, body, spirit harmoniously aligned
with mother earth.
This wisdom reminds me of what truly matters
A communion meant to put aside my busyness
and be attentive to the fellowship of the moment,
To the bright sunlight
The smell of thawing earth
The cackle of geese
And the sweet taste of maple
as I lick its stickiness from my fingers.
If I am Here, in all of its fullness
then I am with God.
Nothing more is needed.