Transitions 4 - Morning, Meadow, Magic

Yesterday's fog is a distant dream. Today was all about clarity and light, light and more light! It began with a wake up call. The nearly full moon peaked in my bedroom window just as it was setting on the ocean. I am not sure how I awakened, but it certainly felt like someone was watching me, and yes, it was the moon at the window, blowing a kiss farewell and bidding me to start my morning early. Not wanting to miss a minute, I did just that.

I was alone on the trail this morning. I was able to experience one of my favorite, miracle moments: it is the time when the morning sun tops the ridge and the light slowly moves across the meadow with its ascent into the sky, transforming darkness into light. I was part of that, watching the meadow illuminate and come to life before my eyes, but no spectator, because I was illuminated, too. Just to be part of this was miraculous, yet there was more . . .

I rounded a bend in the trail and startled a large white rabbit, who was sitting right in the middle of my path. It turned its head and gazed at me for just a moment, wrinkling its nose, then bounded off at lightening speed. I would not have been surprised if it had pulled out a pocket watch and murmured, "I'm late, I'm late" for this was definitely a morning in Wonderland. I followed on rabbit's heels, and nearly stumbled into a family of grazing deer.

Still in Wonderland mode, I had to blink three times to check my vision, for what I thought I was seeing was a two-headed deer! It looked exactly like the animal Doctor Doolittle described as a Push-Me-Pull-You, a sort of horse with a head on either end of its torso. In my case, a trick of the light revealed the illusion, and the single deer separated into two. But the Push-Me-Pull-You deer and Alice in Wonderland's rabbit had already worked their magic: from that moment forward I knew anything could happen, and probably would.

It was a gift, this lightening of the spirit and the rediscovery of the miraculous in the meadow around me. It was always there, but I think the miraculous or the magical only show themselves when someone is there who is able to see them. Today, I had the eyes to see. Today, I remembered my magic, and knowing myself to be magical, was met by magic at every turn. In this tender and magical place, I am finding the courage to begin to reimagine my life. It is not a re-imagining born of brainstorming sessions and resulting in a 5-year plan. For now, I am staying with the magic, the meadow and the morning, and trusting that there are ways to birth some answers out of the gentle but persistent calls to awaken they are providing, moment by moment. I am listening. I am listening.