A Blessing
This blessing knew it would find you here. Here- on your couch. Or here- in the woods. Or here- in an empty sanctuary. This blessing doesn’t need to wait for priestly vestments. (Although it can be found there too. Don't leave until you have been blessed; don't miss your benediction!) The blessing knows where to go to find the altars in the world. The blessing speaks to you through women, men, children, animals, nature. This blessing catches you off guard; sometimes you are amazed that you are the intended recipient. This blessing tells you to sit down while she puts on a pot of tea. This blessing comes to you disguised as a cozy quilt pulled up over your lap. The blessing comes as you look up to the tree branches, barren of their leaves now. These dark branches that stand out against the setting sun remind you to stand tall and reach high, even as you remain firmly rooted in the soil. The blessing comes in the gentle, soft notes played on a piano. The bless