It’s raining, an invitation to stay in bed and listen, look, contemplate, and feel.  I feel the breath, the movement through me, an exploration merging in and out.  

Pema Chodron’s words are a pond within me.

You are the sky.  Everything else is just the weather.

And there’s Br. Curtis Almquist:

If you’re not in touch with the mysterious majesty of life, look again. It’s just as mysterious as you thought it was as a child.