I awoke today to a grey sky and a thin drizzle of rain. The thought of getting out of my warm cosy bed was less than appealing. But the rain is a gift of the season. It waters the thirsty earth, bringing life and vigour to the slumbering vegetation. I too must use this day, as if it were my only day, and not squander its opportunities. I have writing to do, work preparations and perhaps the greatest gift of this day, an opportunity for reflection.
So I shall leave you with these words, written so long ago by someone much wiser than I:
Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence;
the joy of growth;
the splendour of action;
the glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day….
~ ancient Sanskrit poem ~
Mitakuye Oyasin – We Are All Related