The Sanctuary inside the Temple is quiet and still
There is a softening with every echoing step towards the Altar.
On the Altar the candle flame in the glass bowl beams a warming red.
The gaze softens, the body responds. All that is required is to breathe, feel the glow within and breathe some more, and some more….
I planted seeds some time ago. They have been rooting in the dark soil, reaching their flowering potential.
Today I see the first opening, first light, blossoming.
And now I wait to see how this unfolds. Knowing I made these wishes, these prayers, then forgot. Then noticed, with childlike curiosity, bubbling, at what is about to be.
Nothing is lost, the beginning is the past, the unfolding is the future, the opening is here.
Every morning we hold the opportunity to pursue new choices and options. When creativity meets this belief we see fresh possibilities, new light, a slant on a perspective, an opening in a narrow route of an opinion. A thought is a choice, a narrative that can be reshaped, a truth that can be nourished and fed from the heart.
Truth can be seen as a Becoming. It is moveable, changeable and exquisite. Truth is an internal creative process. Our Truth doesn’t need words, it just needs our Love.
Today the wind is biting and winter has set upon us. The change in temperature reminded me of this photo I had taken of branches reflecting in a pool of water, ice and frost.
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