Sunrise through the misted orchard.

Morning sun turns silver on the pointed twigs.

Until the sun rises again, within us.  Slowly, our mood will lighten, as we keep our awareness on what has been lifeless in us, dark.  We see glimmers of ourselves, small signs of life, things we simply have not noticed before – a curiosity in a failure we have experienced, a small “aha” about something which up to now has felt confounding, a slight burst of excitement that comes from suddenly seeing from a new perspective.  And we keep on witnessing our interior garden, and waiting, and tending, and attending…and at some point, beyond our ability to determine, we find ourselves on track again. In actuality, the track finds us…when we feel that initial feeling of being on track again, on our true path, it is especially sweet when we have emerged from those places that could not have conceived this possibility previously.   The return of wonderment and awe can begin to brighten the colors on our inner landscape.

(Part 3 of a 4 part reflection of David Whyte’s poem- Spring Awakening)

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