WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Monday, July 25, 2022
Today will be a day of continuous birth. Each moment will be a fresh emergence, an arrival of something I’ve never truly seen or experienced before. If life sometimes seems tedious today, it will be only because my eyes and heart are closed to the nonstop special deliveries of miracles. The present moment is persistent in making everything brand new – it’s been doing it for timeless eons – and today will be no different. It will be as if each moment is the dawn of a new age, a fountainhead of unprecedented freedoms. Even the most commonplace tasks – pouring coffee into a cup, carrying clothes to the washer, washing my hands at the sink – will be brand new possibilities never before presented in precisely that way. This will be a day of countless dawns, moment by moment, each of them astonishing beyond words. Perhaps Delycia will occasionally say, “Are you o.k., Ham? You look like you’re always staring at a spectacular sunrise.”
YOU CAN'T STOP IT You can’t stop it. The sun will stand on hilltops today, despite your efforts. Morning will wear its finest shirt, noon will wish you well, and evening will bring its beautiful book. Yes, storms will speak their pristine words somewhere, and stars will shimmer in their birthplace above you. There's nothing you can do about it. The world will show you what rejoicing is, no matter what you decide to do.
Below, the latest from Delycia’s garden …