
Our little village sits low in the landscape of gentle hills. Mist flows in during the night and shrouds the morning sun. It is cool and mysterious……shapes of cars and people begin as shadows coalescing into forms. Light slowly filters through, the weather forecast is for sunny skies and warm temperatures. For now, the mist is damp and cool and folks huddle into their jackets and flannel shirts as they hop down from their trucks to enter the village store across the street They come out carrying their morning fuel of coffee and breakfast sandwich or donut. There follows the balancing act of hot coffee cup and food package while opening the truck door. Headlights illumine the congestion of trucks, trailers full of wood and equipment, cranes for builds, tractors and mowers, delivery trucks full of Pepsi, beer and candy. Smaller vans with local breads and dairy products. The clank of metal rod as the petrol level is checked each morning for the gas tanks, the bang of the ice door as folks stock coolers in anticipation of a late summer’s day in a kayak or fishing boat.
The weather reflects the world to me of late. All is shrouded in mist….you cannot clearly see anything. We know that the sun is there, the light is informing all. We are invited to trust in that light, even when it is covered. The world is a swirl of chaos, events and emotions shouting look here, look there. Division and discord rule the day. All is shrouded in mists of half truths that seek division. We are in a space where we must practice discernment. Where we are called to see with our hearts rather than our outer senses and minds. We can easily be fooled into believing that the world is dark and that the light has been eclipsed.
Yet, our hearts know that this is not true. The light is there. The more that we trust this, as we turn our hearts like a sunflower to the light, the brighter our world becomes. Focus on the light, the love. Let the mist fall away as we reach through to that lovelight that flows ever stronger. As we each do this, we create the world anew.
I love the gesture about the Sunflower. I will be like the Sunflower and follow the Sun. Then reflected Sun light to all.
Loving you in your misty kingdom,
Beverly
Thank you, Bev.
I am loving you!