Walking up and down this Maine road, when I’m just breathing, occasionally saying the word “Grace” when I find my self caught in thoughts, now and then kicking the ball for Miranda-the-labradoodle, who jumps at it for joy, I notice Nature.
I disappear into Nature. I Am That. Just a small part, currently alive, and my job is to be Love.
Then I see a mosquito at my wrist, darting under my sleeve, and I know I’ve been bit. I am no longer Nature. I’m against it! I’m not Love. I’m mad… and afraid. It’s all about the itch.
I make a choice to turn my attention back to Nature and The Grand Scheme of Things, starting with the dog.
Something outside of my self returns.
Grace.
Love & Light,
Valerie