To seize the Day
I awakened today at 5 am to let the dogs outside. Rain, torrential rain. The dogs turned around and looked at me with their "do we have to go out there?" look. Finally their need to urinate took over their reluctance to surrender and go into the drenching downpour. They ran into the house and I put the heat on, to alleviate the damp chill.
After class, I got into my car noticing the sun had broken through, bringing warm rays of light into my vehicle. It won't last long, I surmised. Driving home I pondered going to lunch with my husband, as it was his day off. We went to the local Denny's and sat in a booth in the sun. The warmth of the light seemed to flow into our souls and we conversed about various and sundry topics. The coffee kept flowing, and the crowd fazed in and out of the surrounding booths.
Leaving the restaurant, I was drawn to look to the bluest sky with not one single cloud in it. My husband stood behind the car, awaiting me to unlock it for him with his face back, taking in the rays of the solar warmth. "The weathermen were wrong again, this was supposed to be a terrible day, rain and wind were fore-casted", he told me. I smiled, knowing that we were lucky to be the recipient of such grandeur. "And this is why I live in Seattle!", I croon, looking up at the sky, which was the most brilliant shade of blue.
The summer in Seattle is a magical time. Some people think Seattle is rainy all the time, and cloudy and dismally cold. And those who live here would just like to keep people thinking that way. You see, they do not want people to move here, and would rather keep this little known secret quiet. The winter may be cold, raw and rainy, but the spring and summers are glorious. There are not many days it is humid, and those days it is humid it is nothing like living in New England, Florida or Texas.
As I was pulling weeds in my backyard yesterday, I reflected on being in my "church", aka the outside world. I never liked gardening before moving here. I would get too sweaty, and usually get a rotten sunburn. Here it is cool, and the work seems to flow out of me, making me feel as though my work is play. I feel nature is the best spiritual place I know. Living close to Mt. Rainier is like being in a sacred cathedral. When it is hidden in the clouds, you almost forget it is there, and then then the clouds disburse, you see the majesty of the mountain jutting from the earth, as though for the very first time. It is a gift that keeps giving each and every year.
Seizing the day can be as simple as a quiet reflection upon the beauty that surrounds us. We need not make glorious changes or become affected by something no one has ever seen before, we can look at the very thing each and every one of see everyday and see it in a new way. The observer becomes enriched by the experience when viewed from a place of wonder.
I invite to to look upon that which surrounds you in a new way and view it from a spiritual perspective, as it was fashioned on the palette of God.
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