The ducks swim in Oquirrh Lake. In the calm of a spring evening. As Dana and I walk the lake path. We marvel at the bigness of it all. The distant snow-capped Wasatch Mountains. The rising moon, near full. The bridge that offers walking passage. The stillness of what we see out there. And the stillness that we feel together; holding hands into our third year together.
There is a simplicity in all of it that I find is an essential guide. It’s the part of me that so loves to hear and honor what is deeply inner. And how that dances with all that moves in the outer. There is a simplicity that visits me. I love welcoming the most simple of phrases. Reminding me, perhaps you too, of the quiet that so often reassures.
I must
trust
aa source.
Trust
that voice,
aa that speaks clarity.
Trust
that belly,
aa that delights simplicity.
Trust
that intuition
aa that dances joy.
So much
natural good
aa happens then.
