Spiritual Being Physical

Morning light draws a pale gold bar across the bedroom floor.

I sit up and place both feet inside it. I stretch my arms toward the ceiling, roll my shoulders, and take one full breath. I’m up with the sun.

I put one my left hand over my heart center.

Here I am. I am here!

I say it once in a quiet voice ~

“I am a spiritual being in a physical body.”

Then I say it with some enthusiasm ~

“I AM A SPIRITUAL BEING IN A PHYSICAL BODY.”

The words gather me into one piece.

My lungs fill up with air. My heart is strong. I am free and whole. I’m healthy and clean.

I am safe inside of my own body. I am at peace.

I walk into the kitchen. I lift a glass from the cupboard. I drink the cold water, and feel the first warmth of the day coming through the window.

My spirit enters the morning through everything I do.

I wash the glass.

I tie my shoes.

I open the door.

The air hits me in the face. Beautiful ~

I step outside and begin to walk.

I let my steps fall into an easy rhythm.

Here is my body.

Here is my breath.

Here is my life.

At the end of the block, the street opens beneath a wide stretch of sky. I stop for a moment and feast my eyes upon the beauty of the morning.

I say the next words exactly as they come ~

“I am connected to the source of everything.”

I feel the ground beneath the soles of my shoes.

I feel the air in the breeze against my arms.

A neighbor smiles and calls, “Good morning!”

I’m swept along by a deep current of love, attention, and possibility.

I feel it when I’m present. I feel it when I listen. I feel it when I create. I feel it when I allow myself to belong… When I accept ~

I return the neighbor’s wave.

I feel the strength in my legs and the steady motion of my arms.

I realize I’m just a small part of this glorious morning. To me, almost all ~ a co-creator.

The path bends into a small park. I pass beneath the trees and follow it around the bend.

My next words rise with every step ~

I say it softly ~

“I’m infinite. I’m beautiful.”

Then I let the trees, the path, and the open sky hear me ~

“I’M INFINITE! I’M BEAUTIFUL!”

I feel infinity inside me.

Room for ideas ~

Room for new beginnings ~

Room for possibilities ~

Room to learn, forgive, imagine, and become.

I recognize myself in this body, on this path, on this exact morning. I am beautiful when I breathe deeply. I am beautiful when I laugh. I am beautiful when I take my time, and when I move with purpose.

My stride.

My voice.

My imagination.

My choice, my power.

Life is really quite incredible.

At the footbridge, I rest my hands on the rail. Dark blue water holds the colors of the brightening sky. A smooth pebble lies beside my shoe.

I crouch, pick it up, and hold it in my palm.

The next choice rests in my hand.

The stone is small enough to disappear inside my closed hand.

I open my fingers and say ~

“I am imbued with the power of creation!”

I feel enormous.

I let the pebble fall into the water.

It touches the surface. Bright rings spread across the blue reflection. I watch them widen until the water stills.

My power lives in the decisions I make. Who I choose to be ~

When I remember to be patient.

When I smile at the person coming toward me.

When I do what I say I’ll do.

I create when I give my attention to things, people, ideas.

The power of creation is imbued into every moment of our lives.

I turn toward home.

The sun reaches farther down the street now. I walk through alternating bands of gold and shadow. I stroll up to my door feeling light and ready for the day.

Inside, I rinse my hands and pat them dry on a hand towel.

The bedroom floor is fully lit by the sun now.

I sit at my desk, open my notebook, and write four lines ~

“I am connected to the source of everything.”

“I am imbued with the power of creation!”

“I’m infinite. I’m beautiful.”

“I am a spiritual being in a physical body.”

The page is no longer blank. Neither is the day.

I am energy in motion. I’m spiritual being physical.