Dew Transcendence

The morning was dew kissed.
Beads of water clung to flowers,
leaves and grass, magnifying what lay underneath.
Waves crashed and clamored up steep rocks.
Down at my feet I spied subtle movement. A centipede was carrying another centipede, deceased, over hill and dale, twig and leaf. Its meal? Its comrade? Both?
As I continued on I noted the sun and wind were already drying the dew.
It seemed impossible that the drops were disappearing into thin air, but that’s exactly what was happening.
The particles were now swirling around me: I was breathing them.
I felt the pull of oneness.
Whenever I feel alone
I know that I am not.
I am breathing in creation. My shadow is touching something I cannot reach.
My spirit is melding with The Source.

Photos © Sondra Sula.

Take a walk with me by reading my daily devotional book, Meditations on Mendocino by Sondra Sula. Available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle versions.

If you’d prefer a daily river walk, Reflections on the Fox River and Beyond by Sondra Sula, might just be the book for you.