On The Wings of a Heron

For the last few weeks my heart rhythm has not been skipping nearly as much as it had been before. I know this because it started skipping again today!  It was only upon the return of this fatal annoyance that I was able to recognize the symptomatic absence.   Is this not always the case?

I often do not recognize the bliss of stillness until it is interrupted by a shattering noise.  So this morning I sat with the body pains and pangs of fear.  Deeper and deeper I began to spiral into the worm hole of this physical body.  One by one the sounds of the birds, the noise of the city and even the warmth of the puppy on my lap faded far into the background and only THIS suffering was available to me.  Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, words of prayer and pleading whispered inaudibly from my lips and there was only this … in a tiny box … that was in that moment my entire world.

Without knowing why, my head turned sharply to the right and my eyes looked up slightly on the horizon.  It had rained last night, hard and long.  I could smell the wet air and began to feel the cool breeze on my bare shoulders.

Just then I saw what truly looks like a prehistoric dinosaur take to the air, as a Blue Heron flew over the quarry past my window seat.  And in that moment all was perfect.  There was still pain in this poor body, but the world once again opened her doors and I could feel the gifts of abundance all around me.

On the wings of the Heron the fog cleared from my eyes and once again I and the whole world were One.