YET ANOTHER TRANSITION

Today is that day in November when by 10:00 am rather than being empty, the feeder is still full of food.  There are only a few stray Bluebirds, Finches, and Blackbirds left outside of my window. The large flocks that came last spring have flown farther south now. Too much chill here from the cooling Atlantic sharing its Nor’easter winds. In just a few weeks, the Mergansers will return, having made their journey from Canada and the Upper Peninsula– believing as they always have, that this is quite far enough a place to spend the winter.

Living in a heightened awareness of the natural world here on the marshes edge, it’s often my spirit that recognizes these transitions first. I sense them.  I celebrate them.  I live into them.  So this late fall morning is my time to ponder, to reflect, to once more be filled with wonder, to be grateful for what was, to patiently wait in anticipation of the joy which is yet to come.

But just for a moment on this particular morning, I will also notice the loss I feel and be very still. I will stop for a while and join my heart to other hearts who grieve this day for losses of their own; great and small– seen and unseen—public or private. And in that divine joining of being, I acknowledge the single Consciousness of which you are, and I am, and all of creation is, a part.  And just perhaps, in the great Mysterium Tremendum, such pure heart intention may heal each of us, all of us, even the world, a little more.

May it be so.

With warmth and love,

Kathleen – thecelticmonk