The Cornucopia of Life....an early morning reflection

"We plunged into the cornucopia quivering with desire and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice."- Ralphie in A Christmas Story 

This morning I stepped out into the haze of early morning fog,

and

I stood...

feeling the coolness of the gentle breeze blowing,

dew dropping off of grass

landing on my toes in a surprise the awoke me from my trance.

In the distant, I heard the sound of a train blowing its' whistle and the rumble of its' early morning travels.  It had been years...I mean years, since I heard the sound of the train whistle.

It took me back to days of my childhood when train tracks ran directly behind our home.

I remember laying in bed on sticky summer nights, window open and being startled by the sudden loud whistle.  It would always scare me a bit.....you see as a child we went to one of those holy roller charismatic kind of churches that talked of fire and brimstone, the gates of hell and the rapture.  I swear every night I heard that train whistle, I was sure, that it was Gabriel blowing his trumpet and I held my eyes shut---scared to look over and make sure my sister was still there---afraid I'd find out that one of those evil thoughts I'd had about her or my brother was going to cause me to miss the proverbial "rapture".  This morning, I found myself reminiscing about those days and I caught myself smiling at the thought of how the trains of my childhood were connected to the box of faith in which I was given.

I looked to the sky...

huge universe,

galaxy far beyond what my naked eye could see,

and

I stood

stood at the pivotal bottom of my cornucopia of life

felt the richness and abundance of my life

and

caught myself smile.

Drops of the freshly fallen rain glistened under hazy sky

that looked like the shimmer of ice on a bright sunny morning.

Just as quickly as I stood

silent in the Universe

worshipping the wonder of Creation,

I came back to earth...

back to the bottom of my cornucopia...

and

I whispered a silent

:thank you:

for

I am blessed.

I came inside

dove back into the wonder of my own abundance,

sat on the couch,

and

thought of how often

we

like Ralphie

in the Christmas story do just that

we plunge into our blessings

quivering with desire

with

that same greed,

 that same craving for more,

we want it all and then some..

On this morning...

I stood

under canopy of hazy hope,

was brushed by God's love dew,

felt the embrace of wonder

and

understood

for the fragment of a moment

I---small tiny speck---

am surrounded

by

a

cornucopia of wonder..

home, food, off color family

friends,

work

love

laughter

happiness on most days

and

most thankful

for that thing..

that thing called

Joy..

for today..

I dove into the cornucopia

and

encountered

JOY

and

it was good!

blessings to you on this morning

hugs and grace..