Today it is my job to hear the birds chattering to one another outside my window. My work is to watch the sun’s light slowly creep through my neighbors yards and bring their texture into existence for me.
There is a time when I walk through my garden feeling the vibrant greenness of emerging plants as I arouse them from their early spring slumber. I summon the sound of splashing water as I stand by the pool enlivened by my attention. Fish swim in delight to my daily discovery of their game of hide and seek.
I walk accompanied by an awareness of passing time flowing all around me. The world opens new space as I become aware of unfolding never seen before. I create a connection to past and future that has no bounds beyond those I choose to imagine.
The world needs my work to fashion what is to become. Nothing would be the same without my work I have to do, my animating passing by.
I open my heart again and again to every newly minted moment. I summon and conjure up every appearance of things as they have never been conjured before. I embrace every companion I brush up against as we compose our daily dance.
I flutter through the day doing my job, gathering the nectar of a thousand moments. I do my job of creating the honey of a day well lived.