rest and heal

The sound of the nail guns ricochet through the morning air like target practice at the shooting range. Rapid fire announces the builder's work day has begun. Dump trucks and trash trucks compete for road space and always, always, a neighbor's dog barks constantly, well within earshot. Our flag flies proudly, dancing poetically in the summer breeze and a flock of geese pause to take their rest, gliding effortlessly across the quiet pond. My to do list has been stripped away and I am commanded to be still. What wonders and secrets will You reveal to me today? My tired frame is healing deep beneath the surface struggles of weary muscles and aching bones. They've cried out for rest and peace amidst life's storms and now in my resistant compliance, I succumb to the long needed rhythms and breathe in the newness of the day. Independence is not welcome in this season.  Reliance on self is futile and pride, swept neatly away, gives place for decadent humility and spontaneous gratitude.  My task today is one of simplicity.  Rest, receive and breathe.