The longer I live, the more I appreciate:
- A new sunrise;
- A rare moon;
- Blankets of fallen leaves bedazzled in red, gold, purple, yellow, and other nameless colors;
- Prolonged sleep on a rainy Saturday morning in Fall; and,
- Clarity in the creative process.
Right now, these simple and free gifts are giving me life like no material possession or professional acclaim can. I love and need to laugh. I love and need to write…. more. And, I need the inspiration and time to do more of all of it, because Lord knows this election circus is anything but inspiring.
I mean, I’ve found myself more than righteously indignant and preoccupied with this election, playing right into the hands of the antipathy between the opponents, and in turn, falling right out of my spiritual alignment. Rightfully so, there is much at stake. And as hard as I try, nowhere is safe, not even my trusted Pandora. I can’t even get into my Classical for Studying radio station good enough before I am stalked again by yet another political ad. I just need Election Tuesday to come the heck on and get to gettin’ already!
In the meantime, I must continue to submit to the inspiration that comes only from Mother Nature’s effortless and dependable way. She has a way of re-centering me and getting me back on track. Unlike political discussions and public opinion, I cannot sway or manipulate Mother Nature one way or another. Her works are gifts to us, and not the other way around.
So, when the sun awakens dutifully every single morning, then sets again with the same regularity, I must remember that I too, must show up again and again, on purpose, no matter what goes down on Election Tuesday. I cannot see faith; however, I can see and appreciate a wondrous moon and a gorgeous sunset. Both are indicators of something far more divine at work, and I must trust that work.
The sun will rise and even if it must set, night can never last forever. Perhaps this is an appropriate metaphor for the life cycle of this election season, with its dark and volatile backdrop. Perhaps on November 9, we’ll awaken to a new sunrise that will be well worth our night.
America will have its first woman president. Some of the anger and venom will have subsided, just like the disappearance of morning dew. Like dew, however, this will only be for a time being. Reckoning with this uncomfortable truth does not make for restful nights, but rest assured that those won’t last forever either.
What inspires you to stay on purpose?
Photo Credit: Parker Byrd