Rising.

Upon returning to my flat from Hospital, I followed Doctor's instructions and slept. The following morning, I awoke to bluebirds and finches outside my window. Light poured into the room in an obvious display of spiritual affection. I chose to get up and follow the healing warmth of the sun. Once outside, revisiting familiar fruit trees, and the long boxed-hedge, I remembered beloved neighbors that had recently passed away.

Nine years ago, there were many seniors here who are no longer with us today. Sitting by the red-green hedge, under the pine tree, I imagined them in Heaven looking down on me in love-felt prayer. To this day, I remember their wisdom and tenderhearted laughter. 

Each of us is a falling pebble, leaving ripples across the water. We affect the lives of those around us, and we affect the world. In any given moment, we become the choices that we make. We can choose to love or to hate, to hurt or to heal, to do good or to do evil.

We may never regret the millions we could have made, but will we regret not being kind when we had the opportunity?

Today, I have chosen to be Kindness itself. The minute ripples we create, in time become gentle waves that long outlive us.

The overwhelming scent of pine brings me back to the immediacy of the Present. In God, I am home. The chambers of my heart; my humble abode.

I am so grateful to you, dear reader, who in your infinite mercy, choose to continue our daily walk together. Thank you, true friend, and constant companion.

Blessings to you, always.