morning

California comes back to its own. The sun is out full and bright, a cool morning breeze brings the subtle scents of the forest, easing the soul. Small birds chirp happily amidst the branches. Human activity is subdued. It is, it seems, a day of rest. A lovely day for outdoor pursuits or a quiet read on the balcony. Just four days ago the land was white with snow. Now it is full of bright splendor, alive, harbingering Spring. Insects flit across open spaces. A single dog barks in the distance.

My soul is at rest this morning, neither elevated nor depressed. I ended up coming home late last night, and had a most enjoyable drive, taking the back route through empty hills, up curving roads, where no other cars hinder or push. My spiritual concern this morning is limited to the fact I didn’t drink enough water yesterday, and feel the weariness which results, fully accepting physical causes of spiritual drowsiness. All in all I feel this to be a sabbath, a day in which I am content to rest, and not focus on varying levels of activity, spiritual or otherwise. Rarely, a day like this do I have. So, I think I shall find a book of easy fiction, put out my chair on the balcony, and let the light wind blow through my hair.

I may also clean. We’ll see. I shall certainly pray, and listen for the wisdom God wishes to convey. It is awareness of the little pushes in certain areas, the willingness to be cognizant of subtle breezes of the Spirit, acting in small ways which may have eventual important consequences which determine the depth of our Spiritual life. The Spirit is active, always active, and we are called not to do work for our own gains, but simply to do whatever little leads the Spirit asks of us moment by moment. And yes, the Spirit often asks us to stop and rest, to recover, to lighten the load. It’s all throughout the Bible, among those parts that modern day believers forget to read.

I am at peace, and waiting for the next task. All is well.