This morning, holding the mala (prayer beads) their texture seemed different in my hands. As I do in nature I listened to see if there was a whisper. My heart quietly whispered "see and touch each thought, moment, step, breath and person as a bead on the mala." Each bead on the mala gently and sacredly held and followed by another and another. All connected with a single thread. Each guiding my breath, prayer to the next, each bead a vibration containing the bead and space in between. And when the circle is complete, I begin again. To see life as connected, sacred, within and without.
This afternoon I went walking by the lake. As I walked, whispering the names of those dear to my heart, my own version of walking meditation, upon the lake was a flock of white birds floating that made my whispered prayers gasp. I had never seen white birds upon the lake and scampered to the shore. A bit distant for these poor eyes and suddenly they turned their bodies - white pelicans. The first ever flock I'd seen.
I sat on the shore in wonder and awe as the wind gathered the ripples and sent them to the shore. Bringing my eyes from the flock to the shore... drifting upon the ripples a white feather made its way to me. As did another. With sweet tears and gratitude I gathered them in. Thanking the wind, the water and the pelicans, walking back the ripples sent more.
To see Life as sacred, connected and One draws forth compassion, Love and the willingness to be vulnerable with all of Life, including ourselves. That can be quite daunting. Holding the feathers to my heart, each beat a prayer bead one following another, I pondered perhaps the more daunting task is to truly believe the Sweet Hands of Life not only know what we need, but can and will direct the wind and waves to draw all to our feet, our hearts and our souls.