We all have to queue.
Wait in line.
Wait in time.
These can be sacred moments:
encounters with God-with-skin-on;
encounters with God-ever-present.

May blessings rain down upon us as we queue today.

Some days nothing seems to make sense.
Some days the given formulas simply do not work.
Some days the old definitions no longer satisfy.
Some days I stuggle to find an answer.

And then a pearl will come along
that radiates a different light, an altered beauty
and I pause.
The pearl I found was this poem by Daniel Ladinsky, interpreting Rabia.

Since no one really knows anything about God,

those who think they do are just
troublemakers.

May grace drench you as you rest in the joy of not knowing.

Sometimes events or emotions or expectations or simply the aging process can flatten us like a wave at the beach. We fall, often exhausted, often fearful or winded, wondering. But we can also feel exhilerated, determined, challenged, alive.
In "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel", Evelyn writes,
 "It's like a wave; resist and you go under, ride it out and you arrive at the other side." 

May we be blessed today as we ride the wave of life: consciously, actively, attentively.

Let's pray simply.

Divine love.
Reveal who you are.
Help me to see you in the actions of others.
May I reveal you in my actions and words.
Help me to forgive others.
Teach me to be grateful for all that I have.

May our day be an encounter with divine love.

"All that matters," writes D.H.Lawrence,
"is to be at one with the living God.
To be a creature in the house of the God of Life."

Am I true to what I was created to be?
Am I comfortable in the house of life?
Am I at one with myself?
Am I at one with the divine?

May we creatures be blessed as we dwell in the house of life.

Since there is no rice
in the begging bowl
I put in flowers

Basho

May the flowers in our life bless us.

"Desire change. Be enthusiastic for that flame
in which a thing escapes your grasp
while it makes a glorious display of transformation.
That designing Spirit, the master mind of all things on earth
loves nothing so much in the sweeping movement of the dance
as the turning point."

From 'Sonnets to Orpheus: 11' (Stanza 1)
by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by David Steindl-Rast

May we all be blessed as we encounter change in our lives.
May we delight in the transformation.