February 24, 2013

I feel like singing "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day"!  The sky is so blue and clear, you can hear birds, lots of birds, there is a gentle breeze, every thing is conspiring to make it one of those rare mornings that seem just about perfect.  It isn't even cold . . . I bet the lady out power walking her big fluffy dog is thinking it's a terrific morning as well, perhaps even the dog is having equivalent thoughts! 

Since it's the morning for the blessing, and this morning I feel particularly blessed . . .  

Prayer for Another Sunday 

For all that changes

Seasons, a glad morning,

Sliver of moon, red sun

Give thanks

 

For all that changes

Silence, shifting clouds,

Squabbling jays, white iris

Give thanks 

For all that changes

Wind sound of the bay

Cut grass, cheeky squirrels

Give thanks 

For all that changes

The everyday heart

The mind of questions

Give thanks 

For all that changes

Is everything we have

All we want  all we are

Give thanks

For all that changes. 

S. Crowson 

That's what this is . . . a glad morning, and I know even the most perfect morning can change and still be perfect.  In Richard Bach's book Illusions there is a point where he asks "Have you ever seen the sky when it's not perfect?"  And you know, I haven't, even when it's cloudy and gray and gloomy, it's the perfect sky for that moment.  What would you do to change it?  Still, this glad morning I'm glad for this bright sky, the wind chimes softly ticking, the pair of blue jays that visited the golden bare branches of the crepe myrtle for just a moment, and the lady walking that impossibly fluffy dog . . . The lovely world that exists, like the sky, perfect in every moment, always changing to we can have a different perfection, a unique blessing for which we can give thanks.