No matter what the weather looks like outside the window, life is warming up. Something in nature knows what it is doing; even if from time to time winter icily touches the napes of our necks with its cold fingers. . . . Woods will fill with black-birds and grackles, and swollen buds will cling like small birds to wet branches. . . . Old oaks sleep as long as they can, while the rest of creation exhibits an aching restlessness to move on. As everything begins to move, an almost forgotten song plays in our chests, the music of beginning again. The early small birds flit here and there on the rising winds; a lone, red-winged blackbird sits unmoving in the empty cherry tree . . . waiting . . . To live is to change, to move through one transition after another, to reinvent one's life, as needed. . . .
And,
may we consistently choose the single goal of peace
rather than multiple goals that lead to conflict;
may we continue to practice forgiveness;
may we recognize that we are united as one Self and illuminate the world with the light of Love that shines through us;
may we awaken to the knowledge that the essence of
our being is Love, and, as such, we are the light
of the world.