LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: breathing prayer

The well-worn path to my version of paradise, Hartford, NY.

“Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind’s
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.”  – Wendell Berry

Today I am grateful for the life I have, just as it is now, finally feeling like it is truly my own. I realized not long ago how much of it I’d spent living for other people, thinking about their needs, trying to create inside and outside of myself what I thought would make them happy.

For many years it was my father’s expectations I worried over, and tried to present to him the picture of me he wanted to see. Then later on, relationships with boyfriends, a husband, and then boyfriends again took over my thoughts, consumed much of my energy, leaving little for me to give to my creative efforts.

Now I feel that energy being returned to me, and I think mostly that’s happened because I have come back to, or found again, the things in life that truly make me happy, soothe my soul, and I’ve made a conscious choice to live my life within their embrace. It is a choice, and some things are lost while other things are found.

It is, for me, simply a matter of choosing who I truly want to be, and of listening to the voice of spirit that lives within me and without.