The Most Important Place to Be…
More fell again, overnight.
And in my year of here, I pull on my socks and wiggle my toes and I’m just here.
Still unfolding it: the only place to be fully alive is right here.
There are dishes in the sink and balls of yarn on the floor and boots at the back door.
I profane this moment when I don’t stay in it.
Be all here: and be holy. Because the Presence of I AM always fills the present moment.
When I am mindful of this moment, the mind fills with God and the heart fills with peace, and joy-thanks fills the prayers, and isn’t the only way God can come to us is through the door of this moment?
They’re calling for more snow over the weekend.
The kids can’t stop smiling and there is happiness here, just in that.
Joy, it’s this snowflake on the sill —
living only here in this moment….
“Wherever you are, be all there.”