Bowing Down

    "Please don't let me forget to be thankful for this breath, and this one, and this one; that I can pee and poop and eat and drink and see and touch and feel and talk and write and hear and move and walk and chew and be in love and understand; that I can roll over in bed and sleep without all these things (medical equipment) attached to me. "
    "Thankful to be alive."
    "For each day."
    (Personal Journal, January 31st)

   
    I recently had a family member in the hospital. It was difficult and awful and I do believe that I am still processing it on both physical and mental levels. She (family member) is merely happy to be alive and I so admire that in her.

    It was a week at the hospital for her and three nights and most days for me. I couldn't bare the thought of not being there if something were to happen or if there was something she needed. Two of these nights I spent in the hospital's chapel. It was peaceful in there. Once or twice I felt that all I could do was get down on the floor and bow down. Bow down to what though? The divine I suppose. But not just the divine, to the earth, I needed to feel that connection, and in that connection feel the divine, feel whatever it was that was keeping her alive. And are these things not all the same?

    In my last post I mentioned 'Namaste' ~ the light in me recognizes and honors the light in you. That light is the divine, is it not? Aren't we all part of something just a bit bigger than ourselves? I think so.

    'Om Namah Shivaya' ~ I bow down to the divine. I bow down to you. I bow down to life and the journey, the web that brings us together. I bow down to the beauty of all that is.

    What do you bow down to?