Sit

A flurry of activity should always be rewarded by a quiet, contemplative sit. Choose your environment, inside or out, make it calm, breathe deep and relax. "Sanctuary can be found in the smell of the spring rain or the sound of it against your window", he thought, feeling his muscles soften at the mere mention.

We don't relax enough and just fit in and flow with our nature. We have this need to control, to steer the direction of he river, the height of the trees and the manifestation of our DNA. We foolishly seek to control others with whom we disagree. Would you ever tell a rock that he was sitting incorrectly? Would you ask a mallard hen to sing in a different key? Would you ask a daffodil to smell like a purple tulip? Accept the reality of the now. Enjoy the beauty of all that surrounds you right now. Be grateful for the blessings that have been bestowed upon you. And bestow as many of them as you can upon others. Relax, sit, think about it, he thought.

And thinking, he wished deeply that he knew a better way to say what he felt. "If I had the skill of the poet, the wisdom of the philosopher, the talent of the minstrel, the grace of the actor, the courage of the warrior or the wit of the jester, maybe this would be easier", he once again considered, "naw, then it'd be too cushy".

Standing, rested and ready, he returned to the task at hand.

Happy Easter to you too, Sister Rose.