As I stood and gazed upon the street light beaming down upon the fresh snow fall, I was struck by the difference of the earth. Were not the snow there, only the stream of light would be seen and the earth would be shadowed in contours of black. But with the snow, the earth reflected back the light and shadows now were hues of blue not black. Absorption and reflection and yet one light, one earth.
And from such reverie I thought of my breath. The inhale as the earth, drawing in, absorbing, growing inward with the nourishment like the roots of trees. The exhale, reflecting the light drawn in, extending outward and upward like the trees that are visible to our eyes. My exhale moves upward through the earth, reaching outward, creating and changing space and time. It is presence.
Absorption and reflection. Sweet mercy, may the trees I exhale, the reflection I gift, be wide spanned branches of love.