Into the Stillness

This morning I woke to the budding rays of sunlight glistening through ice crystals on my window. I lay snug in my bed as I marveled at the chilly harbinger of winter, frozen moisture weaving weblike patterns of rainbow prisms across the glass. Winter is well and truly on its way. I must admit I am one of those random people who love fall and winter. I love the stillness of the dark of the night and the opportunity for rejuvenation and deep nourishment. As I stirred myself from the warmth of my blankets, my gaze landed on a book of poems by Mary Oliver; A Thousand Mornings. Mary has long been a beacon for my heart and soul. I breathed deeply the crisp morning air and opened the pages. What would reveal itself for contemplation? Today...

Today I’m flying low and I’m
Not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

Perfect. As I feel into my jetlagged body I realize these words are indeed the perfect point of contemplation for the day and the coming season. So, today, I will use stillness as my entrance to the temple of winter. Silently feeling my way into the deep rooted places. 

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