Snow Melt

In the Beginning

16 Rahmat 164 BE – Monday, July 9, 2007 6:33:03 AM PDT

In the beginning of the day
the sun rises above Frenchman’s Mountain
casting its light across the valley.

In the beginning of the day
in my front yard
the leaves on the olive tree
the bark the stone pine tress
are transmuted to gold.

In the beginning of the day
God’s Most Great Name reverberates
through the still are of dawn.

In the beginning of the day
the aroma of coffee
fills the house with joy.

This morning I’m thinking about beginnings, I wrote yesterday about the feeling I got that something had changed in my life. This morning I woke up depressed, but after chanting and saying some prayers, I’m more optimistic; the though of beginnings has come into my mind. There are all sorts of beginnings in the universe, but all of them have one thing in common. They all indicate an ending.

When life begins on a planet, then lifelessness ends. Every beginning is a door opening into a new future. I’m still not sure precisely what’s going on, but I do know that I’ve begun a new phase in my life both materially and spiritually. Perhaps I’m being a bit optimistic, but it’s better than the opposite.

I tried looking at the glass as half empty, now I’m going to look at my glass as half full. There is really very little difference between the two, the same amount of liquid is in the glass it’s just the point of view.