Resolution
A poem by Steven Andrus
Wake up. Bare feet on the cold floor. Let the jolt of it shout, You're alive! This day is full of life to live and life to give. You have breath and strength, and heaven singing over you. Is that not enough to awaken what sleeps within? Does the cry Come forth! rattle deep in your sleeping bones? I know stuck can feel safe, but the world out there is knee deep in miracles. Wade into it!
Reflection
Where in your life does “stuck” feel safer than stepping forward, and what might it look like to wade in anyway?
What small, ordinary moment today could become a doorway to awakening if you paid attention to it?
This poem feels most alive to me before it explains itself. The images wake something without asking me to do anything about it. I noticed I wanted to linger there, in the cold floor and the breath and the quiet invitation, rather than move too quickly into reflection. Sometimes awakening happens before I know what to call it.
Love this!😊