"The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance."
Psalm 16:6
Woke up longing for a Cognashene sunrise.
Plans are underway for opening weekend.
So I tell my heart, "Soon enough. Hang on."
Still, I'm left with the longing, and in spite of the work ahead of me today, I find the need to sit in in for a while before I begin.
Psalm 16 is a go to meditation for me, in these in-between moody moments. In reciting it again, I land on verse 6 and this bit about the portions of the Promised Land allotted to each family. Interesting, this idea of boundaries being "pleasant." We often think in terms of restrictions, and not letting anyone hold us back from our freedoms. And there is that.
But these words also describe the deep contentment of having 'enough.' There is a lack of neediness; a lack of restlessness; a delight in knowing I am well taken care of.
I sit for a moment in that gentle reality, like brilliance splashed on glassy waters quietly.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
And yes, now I can bring a more grateful spirit to the day ahead, and all it might delightfully require of me.
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