" If I were a perfect person, I would be bowing continually.
I'm not, though I pause
whenever I feel this holiness.
Which is why I'm so often late in coming back
from wherever I went.
The days begin to feel settled, softer,
laced with the loveliness of late summer. A familiar rhythm begins to unfold,
the comforts of routine and ritual renewed.
Early mornings walks while the air holds the coolness of the night,
inhaling, exhaling, one step, one step....
Observing with sheer delight this new landscape before my eyes,
the peace and tranquility my heart holds.
Gratitude for the holiness of this moment, this place.