Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, and One Transforming Love, stir in us now a sense of hope found in new beginnings.
As we waken to a new year of school, and an end to Summer playtime, As we put away our beach blankets, and shorts – trading them for backpacks and sweaters and hoodies, As we complain of the coming cold, or lament the return of allergies, or sigh through our math homework,
May we remember, as the song goes, All that is our lives. To give thanks and praise … for all the easy problems, and the simple discomforts. May we be grateful for whatever routines we find, for they may mark a life that is full of health and love.
Knowing that there is always another nearby wishing for the ease of “just” having allergies, or longs for a good school and a good education. Let us pause in the rush and the crush of the average New York City minute,
To breathe into these 30 seconds of silence, to this still moment in the turning wheel of our often too fast paced lives.
May we learn to return to this place, to this sense of being. May the calm in the center of the crazy, find its way into our routines and our habits. May a sense of joy in the pause nurture and lift up all that we do and say.