I am at the lake. Sun, sky, water. Birds that I can’t see sing a chorus. They’re all hiding in the trees. The ice is gone. The open water is cold but the ducks out there don’t seem to mind. Two Canada geese are causing a ruckus. Splashing, then flying, honking out the noisiest Spring courtship I have ever heard.
There was frost this morning and the thermometer read zero. That was three hours ago, the sun still rising. Now the sun is full high in the sky and there is heat where its light lays across my legs. This is balm to my heart. Open. Feeling.
This is being present. This is resting in what is all around me, here, now. My body relaxes. Nothing to fuss over. Nothing to be ready for. Just open. Listening.
I have coffee beside me. Decaf with cream. Caffeine and I don’t always get along. I sip it. Warm now rather than hot. The air is cooling it. Doesn’t matter. I like cold coffee with cream as well.
This morning is a gift. Mist on the hills at the far end of the lake. A faint layer of cloud above me. No wind. The water is glass except where the ducks have passed by. The geese are silent now, perhaps their courtship complete. I wish them well.
This is peace and perfection. Right here, right now, all of me is present to this moment, my life. Head, body, heart, spirit. Whole. One. There is no other place to be, no other thing to do except be here now, present, writing.