The fog is in and a crow is cawing. I look out as the day comes to light. I keep reading of the beauty and importance of noticing the transition of light, of noticing how I’m affected by the change, night to morning, through the day, and transitioning to night.
This morning I feel support, and a brightening as I see the yellow blossoms on the acacia tree that turn gold in the morning sun.
I offer my mantra of the last few days, these words of Pablo Casals.
“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michaelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.”
“The CHILD must know that he is a MIRACLE, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world will not be, another child like him.”
“To the whole world you might be just one person, but to one person you might just be the whole world.”
Isn’t that the way to enliven transition and plant seeds in night and day?