[blockquote source=”Emily Dickinson”]I’ll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.[/blockquote]

I love the look of sunlight breaking through the trees; its delicate patterns weaving closer this space between the heart and all that is divine.

Close your eyes, and you can feel the depth amidst the leaves; holding true their essence in this ever shifting world.

The Japanese refer to this phenomenon as ‘komorebi‘ – or, the precise moment when sunlight passes through the gaps in trees. It’s a ‘morning walk through the woods’ sort of experience; one that graces our presence only when the inner dialogue has been suspended.

We are transfixed without prejudice; captivated without concern. In this space, we learn the truth of our existence.

There is no beginning, there is no end…there is only now.

We sink so deeply into our distractions – a morning walk is never without the discursive ramblings.

I’ve so much to do…how will it ever get done?

We are never quite still enough, are we? To embrace the richness of this moment, now…

But, what if we might approach each day with the curiosity of “I wonder what will happen next?”

My dears, there are so many treasures waiting for your discovery ~ yet, sadly muted by these predetermined labels. We affix them with such confidence, such knowing – that we fail to ever really see ~ that the Divine shall always greet us in the gaps between the leaves.

Komorebi – such a beautiful word, don’t you think? As is, ‘samidare,’ – or, early summer rain; and ‘nagokaze‘ – the first breeze of Spring.

You know, I’ve often felt confounded by the limitations of language. But these days, I am most grateful – as I’ve come to understand that some things must be experienced in order to be learned.

Much love, and namaste my dearest friends…