The Setting Sun

Today, I choose to cherish myself like a beloved child.  I treat myself gently with compassion.  Practicing alert attention, I find delight in the treasures of the day.  I allow meaningful moments to assume enhanced perspective.  Counting these blessings, I enrich my impoverished heart.    Julia Cameron

These days have been difficult for me.  My body, mind and spirit seem to be laced with apathy.  I can barely find myself in my own thoughts.  It is easy to be in the present moment when there is nothing there. 

My dedication and discipline to my writing has been absent, hopefully for just a short holiday.  Whatever I choose to read, I have read before.  I have no desire to see anyone nor do I wish to go anywhere.  I feel suspended between what was, what is, and what will yet to be.

The crystal blue beauty in the eyes of my younger friend should have inspired me.  Pulled into her heart,  I allowed my light to shine upon her gifts, strengths, and challenges.  Such a beautiful soul she is and yet I was not ignited into realms of reflection.

Listening to another friend's heart breaking, I wanted to be present to instill hope with the promise of good things yet to come.  Her spirit needs to be replenished or she will not help anyone at all.  So much giving on her part, asking for nothing in return.   Miraculously angel feathers float into her view! 

Although I do not yet understand this loftiness I am in, I am at peace.  I feel calm.  There is no anxiety, pain, sorrow or loss.   I patiently wait for the setting sun, signaling another day soon to be done.