#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Stained glass in the tiny Schule Chapel at Featherstone Center for the Arts on a rainy day
Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy.
Ah, today. Today the rain splashes in all over this green and rock-strewn, surf dashed island. Roses bloom in the dry clay cliffs. Charlie splashes in Roaring Brook, the orange-red hard skinned beach plums brighten the smoothed beach rocks. Rain, rain, and I walk over the rocks and swim in the roughed up Sound in the chill feeling fresh and washed clean. Today, refreshing conversations happened. The moment arrived and I was ready, I seized it, I encountered it, I risked it, the challenging conversation. I say what I have needed to say; I say what my heart says it has learned and my mind has opened and my confusion has cleared and I have let go of expectations. Misunderstandings are cleared up. Faults are forgiven. Conflict is resolved. A daughter getting married is a very big and wonderful thing. And how it happens is a wonderful sprint of spontaneity and freedom and mystery and trust. “Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy.”
