Beginning Something

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the belly of the Earth

there is a quickening,

an expectancy of light

and warm touch, an

increase in the tempo

of the invisible pleadings

that call life forth through

the oh-so-necessary

breaks in seed and bulb,

shell and womb. And, in

the heart too, there is

self-evidence of departures

from darkness into a place

of witnessing.

What’s happening in

the branches is delightful!

The birds, every single one

of them, is now an artist

imagining deeply cupped

masterpieces, maybe of twigs

and moss, maybe of the hair

the deer gifted when they

passed greenbrier thorn

while being hunted. What

is to be well-tended,

must be provided a place

of holding.

If you stay small now,

it can only be because you

choose not to respond to

everything that wants

to grow, wants to feed

on newness, wants to be

among those living with

eyes recently opened to

the view of something

astonishing looking back

at them.

It’s a time of offerings:

Gratitude for what was

Gratitude for what will be

May you bless your restlessness

by beginning something on

which life depends.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)

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