In a Day Where

In a day where the world is still spinning in its orbit surrounded by the universal nothingness that cradles us in its keeping between the layers of gravitational pulleys that holds us all in our place among the celestial seas of multiple galaxies, full of planets and stars, meteors, asteroids and such the plight of my life moved on.  Not in some grand gesture of overt acclamation but in all the simplicity of living there is. There were no real highlights, or let’s do that again, there was no real connections of my life without or within the usual occurrences where living is just that; living. Yet, I was alive; and I in my mind look inward to find something to give a voice.  A flower, a sky, a wisp of birds flying high, clouds conjoining, colors adorning, air full of scents, anything that could mean that the miraculous is always on display. For that is my way of reminding myself that yes, indeed, I lived today. Some would say or proclaim, so what, the stars in the sky are all still the same as yesterday and the day before that and years before those but to me they look down on me and whisper my name, pleased to know that like them I am still here, although many wouldn’t know it or even care if they did.  To me it is everything. It is those moments in life that yearn deep inside to be welcomed among the things that give all life it’s substance, all creation it’s abundance, all the worries of the world away. No one truly understands those moments in individuals who need them unless they’ve been through the exact same paths of existence in life. Yet they are as truthful as a glass of water that hydrates the body from dehydration, as essential as breathing in clean air, as refreshing as a summer’s rain, and as pleasant as a gentle friend.  And in a day where the world is still spinning in its orbit, full of its own desires of humanity both far and near, surrounded by the universal nothingness that cradles all of us upon our earth, I found my way back to a much needed cheer. To sit in the silence of an early morning hour and remind myself that yes, yes I am alive, and had another day to live among the innocence of inquiring children, with so much to say in so little time; to feel the sun warm me gently and hear a young puppy whine. To share a smile, and make a laugh with a companion who, same as me, was glad to have those little moments where me and she became a we.              

Jade Jaspers