Last night it rained.
The ground was moist, the leaves glistened, the moss along the stone wall felt like a sponge and the birds were happy.
As the earth soaked up the rain there was a hum a meditative hum, a silence that sang so strongly I stopped to listen.
I rarely have felt let alone hear something so deeply moving as I did this morning on my daily walk.
The feeling of life, goodness, wholeness surrounded me.
The countryside felt like it was praying, I was glad to take part of the communion it offered.
Sacredness.
My walk was longer than usual given that nature's choir held me.
I would not have noticed the moisture gathering, slowly forming one graceful droplet if I had not stopped to listen and becoming caught up in the harmony around me.
I felt fortunate witnessing the gift of life where boundaries seemed not to exist, my cells expanded in a dance with the invisible and visible.
I could not imagine it if I had not experienced it.
Holy.
We live between Marseille and Aix, at the base of Saint Baume, where the path that Mary Magdelene and the Virgin Mary are said to have walked. At the top of Saint Baume is the grotto that Mary Magdelene lived, and myth has it that the river (that looks like a creek) that runs through our town is said to be the tears of Mary Magdelene. In the neighboring town is the Basilique of Mary Magdelene where Chelsea and Martin will marry this July.
Today the land was an altar, where spring dared to peek its head after the rain.
placed my hands on the tree,
closed my eyes,
and let it be.
Grateful I walked home, where I was to learn about the shootings in Florida.
xxx
"Let peace begin with me
Let this be the moment now."
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