With the challenges of these days, I now open Mary Oliver’s book Devotions in the morning.  I let it fall open and receive.

Today I open to “Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End”?

“Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around 

as though with your arms open.”

Just that enough to begin this day, a day where the fog is softly settled in, and squirrels are chirping as they scamper up and down the redwood tree and birds are singing.

She goes on as she does and comes to this: 

“And now I will tell you the truth.

Everything in the world

Comes.

At least, closer.

And, cordially.”

Yesterday, inspired by her invitation to go into nature I went to Hawk Hill and Rodeo Beach.  Clear here, the fog was playing its dance at the Golden Gate of in and out, hide and seek, form and dissipate. I walked and sat, embraced, expanded, entranced.

My mantra continues to be: Be loving awareness, breath blowing through everywhere.