The lake is like a mirror in some sections with ripples from a light breeze in others. A peaceful scene that brings inner peace. I hear birds chirping and watch my kitties sleeping. There’s a nip in the air. No humidity. A sharpness to the landscape. Bright sun and shadows. Just a whiff of clouds, here and there. Muffled voices from the houses across the water from me.
A day to be cherished.
It’s important to stop and take time for this meditation. Life is a short ride and we need to pay attention, not take for granted where we fit in all this magic. We are here, we can appreciate the beauty that is all around us, or we should. If we are lucky enough to be born into a place where survival is easy, where food is abundant, where money can be made, where freedom is a right.
Not all if us have this chance at inner happiness. Some throw it away. Some spend their days scrounging for food. This is a tragedy. For to be able to behold the splendor of the gift of life is itself another gift. I am grateful for my treasure. I am thankful.
To be human is to be creative. To be woman is the ultimate in creativity. We are life givers. We provide nourishment to life. We are all goddesses. We are the divine feminine.
Meditations on a Saturday gazing at the lake.
