I share this now from the warmth of a coffee shop where I just had the woman who made my flat white ask—“Do you live near here or over on X street? I saw a woman taking out her garbage at the building next to mine and she looked just like you! I thought that would have been cool if it was you…”. I take out my notebook and watch the snow land between the fluffed out ears of a dog awaiting its newly caffeinated companion.
This was the view this morning…
Farmer’s Market…7:15 AM. The water is blazing with sky this morning. Quite something. And the flames keep rolling through their hues of glory; the heart-centre so alive as she births light upon the waters! Thank you for this time, this moment.
The first glowing has cooled and there is an undulating quilt of lavender-apricot laid upon the new day. Riding the dips and swells are gulls and loons, both—not many—just enough quiet weight to soothe and reassure the newly alive.
I was not alone in laying witness to this fresh beginning. Those here in the Market with me leaned heavy on the harbour side and for just a moment, the murmuring hum of bustle and blessing gathered into an appreciative sigh and an acknowledging nod toward the radiant Becoming laid out before us.