Every day is a new beginning if we would just realise it.
In this sense I am always a beginner, always renewing my resolve, always that fragile flower unfurling.
Beginner, begin, be born.
Always open to the rebirth in each moment, the potential for all manner of things to renew themselves. Life is full of new beginnings. How am I any different from the new born lamb in the spring field, dazzled by that first clear strong light of day?
How are my eyes any more attuned to the beauty of the light after the long darkness of the incubating womb?
How are my legs more steady than that first struggle to find the delightful pleasure of balance and movement and joyful skipping through fresh green fields?
All life is a new beginning and I am as unsteady on my feet as that new born lamb.
Although I may stumble, I am filled with the same delight that blesses him as he leaps into the curious exploration of his new world.
What will you allow to be re-born today? What will you see, hear, sense differently?
Once upon a time I was a fat little caterpillar whose contented munching was disturbed by visions of bright wings flying free in a world beyond the cabbage patch. When my caterpillar form could no longer contain that dream I entered the Chrysalis where thought became form. This is my journey.Walk with me.This is simply who I am.
1 comment:
Wonderful to see you back again- you are re-instated on my blog list wonderful writer.
How goes it up there with you? Things are a bit trying here at the moment. Need to visit you soon
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