The sky at dawn has this tentative light that emerges. In the mid day sky, clouds often appear white or wispy Gray. At dawn and dusk, they emerge as these dark impressions on this vast canvas of light that is the sky.
I marvel at this often.
And now, mid March in Southwestern Pa, the contrast of the still bare branches of trees dance in their ecstatic starkness against this backlit sky contrasting with the dark edges of the ever moving clouds.
This enchants me.
I stood outside last night basking in the light of The full moon at the Vernal Equinox. Here the axis is tilted neither towards or away from the Sun so we have complete balance of lightness and darkness. I constantly give thanks for gravity as the earth in making one rotation in 24 hours spins at close to 1,000 miles per hour.
And yet here we stand. Rooted in gravity.
Because of the lack of gravity, seeds cannot germinate and grow in space. Gravity = Love. The primary force of bonding and attraction which drives the ongoing creation of the universe. Love is a noun and a verb. Love is the essence of who we are and is also our strategy for navigating the chaos.
I believe in gravity because I am here, not catapulted into space, but here with my feet grounded, present, walking on this Earth which to me feels like a fucking miracle some days. It is strange and wonderful and scary and confusing to be here.
Tomorrow I will wake if God wills and it will be one week after the shooting of the Muslims at prayer in New Zealand.
The sky will continue to open up. Trees here in southwestern Pa will slowly transform from the naked exposure of the dancing branches to cloak themselves in first a vibrant yellow green into a deep saturated rich green.
Hearts will remain broken as the earth continues to move around the sun.
My prayer is that my heart will continue to break open even wider. That I will remain with my feet grounded on Earth and not float into space untethered to what I love and what I Fear most. Humanity.