A meditation for those days when we feel small, abandoned, or on the outside of our lives.
Bless these feet that carry me by day and by night.
Bless these hands that touch, sense, and bring the world towards me.
Bless these lungs, transforming air into life on every breath,
and bless this heart, for the continued heritage of all hearts
since the first broke into the stillness.
Bless this mouth, that can say what only I can say.
Bless this body for love, joy, grief, rage, despair and hope.
Bless this ‘I’ for incompleteness.
Bless this mind that discerns, wonders, confuses
and occasionally makes sense of the chaos.
Bless the uncountable mistakes, accidents, chances and failures
that keep life going and delivered me to this moment.
I do not know, really, what is mine to do.
But I do know that I am here,
along with so many others.
So bless the here-ness of me, and may it be my offering,
My thanks, my home.