Reverence draws out bliss.
Let the heat of the water on my neck in the morning be an engine for a righteous fire on behalf of my best efforts, my kindest impulses, and my truest hopes.
Let the taste of Greek yogurt and Grape Nuts I share with the dawn chorus remind me of every sweetness possible in the yearnings of sunrise over Sharptop.
Let the conversation I have with the barista who’s overwhelmed with latte orders be one of grounding humor and understanding.
Let the laughter I share with my students before the day begins be a chord of play and a cord of openness between us.
Let the hour I have to myself in the middle of the morning be a space for reclaiming my breath and honoring right livelihood with a little bit of stillness.
Let the ears I hear my students with be fresh and free of any judgment.
Let the air I share with the leaping deer in the meadow off Mineral Springs Road be clean and salvific, the kind of air that tells its own stories and makes them easy to hear, cool with coming October.
Let me understand my role in the sweep of the day with tenderness and fire, with patience and a lover’s soul.
This is something I wrote several years ago and tweaked tonight.