On good mornings,
mornings when I am not distracted or forgetful, I get up and ask:
How will I make love to my life today?
~Oriah “Mountain Dreamer” House
Let us bless the imagination of the Earth.
That knew early the patience to harness the mind of time,
Waited for the seas to warm, ready to welcome the emergence
Of things dreaming of voyaging among the stillness of land…
Let us thank the Earth that offers ground for home
And holds our feet firm to walk in space open to infinite galaxies.
Let us salute the silence and certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness, their dream-filled hearts.
The wonder of a garden trusting the first warmth of spring…
The humility of the Earth that transfigures all that has fallen of outlived growth.
The kindness of the Earth, opening to receive
our worn forms into the final stillness.
Let us ask forgiveness of the Earth
For all our sins against her:
for our violence and poisonings of her beauty.
Let us remember within us the ancient clay, holding the memory of seasons,
The passion of the wind, the fluency of water, the warmth of fire,
The quiver-touch of the sun and shadowed sureness of the moon.
That we may awaken to live to the full the dream of the Earth
Who chose us to emerge and incarnate its hidden night in mind, spirit and light.
Today’s practice: Love what is.
Love the painful, prickly, knotted, difficult, pig-headed, intractable.
Love what grates on your nerves; love the sensation of grating; love the fine-tuned fretwork of your nerves.
Love the fluid, light, strong, glorious, playful, brilliant.
Love what enchants and delights you.
Love what makes your heart as soft as dawn, as wide as the sky.
Love fierce and tender, peaceful and wrathful.
Love muscular, flexible, powerful. Love birth and death in all creation.
Nothing changes without love.
The true nature of all things is love — everything opens into the fullness of its being in the light of love.
If you want a kinder, more just world, or a kinder world inside your own heart and belly, love what is, today.