We lost power last night. I was listening to Billy Collins, and then, I was sitting in candlelight. And then the power returned, and silence was my guide. And, then,the power went out again. It was a chance to see. Do I like it this way, or that? I enjoy heat, which a fire can provide, and warm food, which a camping stove offers, and I love my computer, and I have pen and paper. Of course, there is email but, perhaps we share thought and mood instantaneously through the air. It seems so often Jane and I in our morning writing coincide. What is that? Are we instant messengering all the time?
I ask myself what I need as I wait for the sun to color the sky, and I know I have all I need. My breath is full this morning. I can color it if I want or allow it to be clear like my white blood cells, my immune system, my strengthening will to be here in the ever-expanding beauty, joy, and love of you and me and the intricately simple connectedness we share.
Sunlight touches now the top of the hill and slips down. I bathe the same as my mirror neurons create the touch of the sun warming the hills in me. The sky ripens, as do I.