Some days, I awaken full of love and purpose, aware of all the gifts surrounding me, and eager to offer those within me.
Those days, the world is all wonder, and so am I.
And some days, I awaken so empty and lacking, so bare that I feel only shame and wish to hide, not only from the eyes beyond the walls, but from my own.
Those are the days of deepest surrender, when I acknowledge truly that I am nothing, that all thoughts are empty words I fill with wishes and air.
And so I turn myself over to the Great Mysterious and I am open to everything, even to nothingness.
If this is all, then, the flickering of my candle’s light before dawn is the deepest beauty and the raindrops pinging on the pane are the starkest truth.
And the gratitude that wells up within me is my very nature.