reaching for the sun

"All of the places of our lives are sanctuaries; some of them just happen to have steeples. And all of the people in our lives are saints; it is just that some of them have day jobs and most will never have feast days named for them." — Robert Benson in Between the Dreaming and the Coming True

from the rich ashes of ancestors past,

my roots sink into the fertile soil,

they spiral deep into the crevices,

spread out,

open up to allow

lessons of others to infuse my veins,

genetic memory energizes my DNA,

my leaves open,

my petals spread,

my eye in the center of my stem,

opens to new horizons,

new spaces unseen,

but

all the while,

mystical moments of people passed

offer wisdom

to move forward...

I stretch,

open up some more,

feel the sunshine on my face,

and

find gratitude

for

those gone before

while at the same time,

hoping

that

my moment in the sun will

serve future generations in much the same way

as that of my grandmothers and grandfathers.

We have a few tiny minutes,

fragments of time

to

feel the radiate energy on our face,

see the pulsating colors of love,

a few seconds to spread our petals and demonstrate our purpose to the world........

Shall we reach for the sun

and

live

......

for someday..

sooner than later i suspect..

we

will join the ashes of our grandmothers and grandfathers

and

fertilize

the next generations...

live it well..

live it full

have a wonderful Wednesday

blessings and hugs