The Evidence of Benevolent Caring
The light is shining peach on the porch post this morning as I anoint myself for service and mindfulness.
I step out on the soft, wet grass to offer a nature prayer and turn full-on, receiving the warm illumination of the sun.
A cat follows me out, wanting my attention. I guess it is his way of praying. He is so innocent, but not unassuming.
Rather, he assumes that I will respond to his desire for attention with a loving heart. It is the same assumption I am making when I pray; the assumption of benevolent caring.
I notice the lone gardenia bush, decorated in white, and feel it inviting me over to appreciate its fragrance-laden blossoms, and it doesn’t disappoint.
The richness of the morning is quite remarkable and natural at the same time.
Walking away from the generous gardenia, I see little pink fairy-flowers, dotting the grass like breadcrumbs indicating the way back to my porch home.
And here I am again, nestled in the reverence of the day, held in the loving embrace of all that is, and all that will be, and all that ever was; the evidence of benevolent caring.
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