Sitting in the stillness of the sanctuary,
in the community of friends,
wondering where tonight's journey
will take me.
Breathe in. Breathe out... release.
Pre-established rhythms
guide me along, almost trance-like,
breathe in, breathe out... release,
until I become aware there is more.
This time another word edges in.
Receive.
Suddenly, or perhaps finally,
I become aware of the invitation.
With my breathing, my thoughts carry me
to a high ridge, where I am sitting with my daughter
watching a bird playing with the wind
as the clouds roll over the landscape.
Soaring, then diving, once again climbing
with wings outstretched, higher and higher
only to tuck its wings and dive again.
No visible purpose, no clear destination.
Simply what appears to be the playfulness
of the Spirit, made visible by the wind.
I hear the same message, high on the ridge
and in the quiet of the sanctuary --
"you have my permission to release your worries
and receive my joy."
Breathe in, receive.
Breathe out, release.
Intertwined and connected.
Experiencing the Spirit,
my heart soars.
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