Allowing life to unfold and trusting her wisdom is to kneel by a stream with many glorious fish swimming and move with their glorious dance. To immerse my hands in the cool water and gently lift God’s grace with reverence as it moves across my open palms. High into the sky with a cry of Alleluia and pure delight for the golden flashing hues of the living body and cool riverlettes of water down my arms that awash me with deep wisdom and pure unexpected delights. To pray the moment of ecstasy will last forever and to know too, as I lower my arms, that I trust the letting go. Back into the running waters of life, trusting the entirety of the universe to bless me time and time again. To delight in the eternal mysteries of her galaxies and the countless blessings of a never ending display of sunrise surprise and second hand light moon shadows. To let go. Awash in grief and stay kneeling. Praying. With quiet expectation for the flash of a silver tail as I feel the weight of blessings move through my open hands.
