What Are We Going to Do

Sitting, waiting, watching. 

These are the things that I’m doing today as the sun pops over the mountains to the east of my home. 

The things that I decided to do along with a day of lists. 

A day of rushing and then a moment of realization that came to me as I saw golden strands of light being pulled across one long cloud. 

This did not happen by chance. 

The moment came as I decided to sit beside the opened window. 

One decision that led to another as it came to me that the question of my day is continually about what we are going to do in this minute and, 

In this minute,

And this one. 

As now the golden hues are changing, and I am waiting for the orange to highlight the room. 

Watching what happens next. 

This is how a day can unfold when I sit. 

It also can come as the fullness of a day boggles my mind with awareness and beauty. 

Right amid the wondering of a weekend ahead. Such brightness that I’m tempted to close the window that shows me the breathtaking view. 

Yet I know that this is how I bring the oxygen back into my rooms. 

Opening a window is what I can do on days when the lists feel overwhelming. 

Add a bit of warmth in the room again. 

Perhaps joined with compassion and kindness towards myself and others around me and you. 

Back into life as I ask the question again.

Back into life as I ask the question again. 

What are we going to do? 

This, this is why I continue sitting, waiting, watching. 

To wonder and ask questions alongside others. 

Others who I have known as a former self and now greet with a gentle hello. 

‘Good to see you.’ 

‘What would you like to say today?’

While I watch for the full brilliant rays to flow around me in this room that now holds more that I can believe is here for me. 

It holds more for you, as well. 

Can you wonder about it with me? 

The joy that comes with wanting to squint into the brilliance is what I live with now. 

Now that others who showed me how to live with missing, longing and yearning are no longer here. 

Joy, grief and saying difficult words can live in a room filled with such light that it makes us look forward with kindness and graceful compassion. 

My friends. It’s for all of us. 

This life of breathing as the oxygen in the room is seeping in like the softness of a sunrise. 

Are you beginning to gently ask what am I going to do?

As you are beginning to gently ask what am I going to do? 

Feeling the gentle hues change in your time is a start. 

Letting the breath in one space for 

One

More

Movement 

And moment 

And then create joy. 

That is the resilient, the warmth and the possibility that is here. 

Together we can feel the air flow over us. 

Let’s begin here.