Undeniable Trust
When the world feels untenable
Undeniably uncertain
And You are alert to feeling everything
Start with what you trust
Start there—
Maybe it’s the trees you trust…
The trees you first see as shadows In the morning light, through your bedroom window As you feel their calm “good morning we are still here” in their vertical shapes The deciduous trees Who at this time of year let in Just a hint more light from the sky each morning As a complementary gift of the waning light of fall
Maybe it’s the dog you trust…
Waiting there quietly outside your room as you feel his warmth of presence As much as the comforter you are still wrapped up in As you contemplate the unwrapping Anticipating the flush of coolness Between the unwrapping & rewrapping to take him down to beach the daily ritual of his expectations with his presence lure you to unwrap and re-layer for the amble walk down together.
Maybe it’s the sea you trust…
The expansive sea you make yourself Bundle up for this time of year As the frost now blankets while you sleep As the dog hangs close Carefully watching all of your movements As you fish around for the extra layers For the slightest shift towards the door The being who waits with wanting yet without worrying about the extra delays of doning gloves & hats
Maybe it’s the walk you trust…
two booted feet and four paws shuffling on grasses, crushed rock pavement, sand this time of year wistfully, remembering sweeter mornings of blackberries, now hanging their weary arms up for winter as fewer rabbits bob in an out of the bramble as you walk Two feet, four paws in sync to make it down to the beach before sunrise
Maybe it’s the sun you trust…
maybe the sun will show through the clouds, maybe not yet you walk the with the same allurement, ease & expectation carried by your dog the sun you trust will come up either way no matter the weather As the weather often makes for an unexpected spectacular display of color, more than a clear morning would
as you make it there before sunrise with the help of
the sea,
the trees,
the dog
the walk
As you make it to the wall of weathered bones of trees, and stand on your two feet next to your dog with four paws to the beach…
Maybe it’s the stones you trust…
With their infinite shapes, complexities and sizes ever-changing this time of year, yet always holding you up with a bit of a wobble
And in that bit of a wobble you remember
that you are ALIVE for the JOY of it all,
even and especially
in the undeniable uncertainty of it all.
When the world feels untenable
Undeniably uncertain
And you are alert to feeling everything
Start with what you trust
Start there—
