In the heat of summer,
I pause at the crossroads,
lighting a candle
in the sacred cauldron
of my heart.
I listen to the whispers of my soul,
as dreams coalesce
and possibilities take form.
I stand in the center of my own life,
where I extend my hands
to touch the infinite field
that carries and holds me
in each moment.
I breathe in the ordinary
gifts of life,
the bright sky above me,
the solid earth beneath me,
the squirrel’s dance,
the fox’s crossing,
the falling star’s blazing message.
Grant me the courage to show up,
the willingness to notice and see,
to love the ordinary and trust it
as my pathway to the sacred.
In this living practice of presence,
magic, mystery,
and meaning
coalesce.
