Trust…

Stillness- the word forming by seeing before the mind begins the thinking.  Outside my windows, and inside my body all feels calm.

Stepping out onto the morning’s cold deck underfoot- drawn outside by the dawn- walking just a bit closer to the stillness I see- I hear the diesel engine of the lobster boat bobbing on the surface of the cove. See the stern man readying bait for the traps. Hear the newly returned osprey and the bright red cardinal songs.

In this joyous moment of awareness, I realize nothing I see is still but me. Part of this great whole.  Feeling  the connection with it all fills the grief hole so fully.