So much chaos right now. I sit in the early morning and ponder my simple morning rituals and prayers. I wonder if they are perhaps too childish. A little hobbit walking to the north, south, east, and west windows greeting the morning, waving at the trees, laughing at the swirling incense, bowing to the light of the candle reaching for the rising sun, and eyes softly resting on little things gathered on shelves.  Outside, so, so very different…or is it?

We set out on a morning drive and a flash of white in the sky catches our eyes. Disappears. Reappears. It is a flock of migrating white pelicans. Riding the thermals, they disappeared against the blue sky until they turned, and the sun illuminated their bodies. Pulling over, we stood in absolute awe. Magic.

A heron stood by a creek refreshed from recent rains after months of drought. Horses grazing and gathered. Leaves caught in the creek’s fast-moving flow are oblivious to the force. Another leaf, out of the current, lies upon the still water touching it ever so gently. A tree’s roots weave upon the bank finding water and creating shelter for little critters. Spring and autumn leaves nuzzle together.

Yes, my heart is broken and aches for the world. But the mystical and magic of this earth, weaves like the gold filler in Kintsugi broken pottery, and takes what was to what can be.

Outside, so, so very different… or is it? And this Whispers chuckles, “it takes a child to see the magic and mystical.”