A Web of Spirit

I was walking my dogs outside, and the grey sky juxtaposed with the green and purple and blue and other bright colored flowers, buds, and shoots struck me. I am always struck by the darkening rain-anticipated sky and the brightness of spring. I feel enmeshed-it’s a $10 word, but it seems to be the one that comes to my tongue. Enmeshed by Spirit, pulsing through the new displays of life and the coming of life-giving rain. And so I try to carry myself today with that knowledge-that I am enmeshed in Spirit, and thus connected to all other things.

And I am grateful.