The unfiltered morning offers meditation to the softness that it takes to be the day, to be in the day, to be risen as the day: Here we are then: softness for our eyes. Softness for our faces...easiness around the mouth...easiness for our teeth...and, anything that is asks us for hard lines, sharp edges, or a bucket of volume from our mouths— turn a soft shoulder to. Curl into your own gentleness today. Listening then to the first seed of breath as it enters your nostrils... following that breath into the living room of your heart where your ancestors have gathered into the soft sunday song of your blood... a hum in there then... the first notes of a compassion song to ride the byways of your nervous system... a humming *yes* shaped song into each room of your body: into the organs, into reproductive spaces, into the heady organizer of your brain, into magic spaces, into the scars and the memory making spaces... the soft hum of the edgeless song of grace... into our whole entire body being... humming soft with it. . And for the grievers among us, full softness in the full round of everything, in all ways... may the softness be ensconcing, elastic and expansive. I make the prayer into each crumble of your crumbly places— soft landing...soft holding...unbearably soft witness into the wildness of the wound. . Here. Softness for us all. Softness into rooms of fear and doubt. Softness into our bruised rememberings. Softness in the love box. Softness to the lonely. Softness to the incessant thoughts. Softness to the meanness. Softness to the hard tongues. Softness to the disbelievers. Softness to the land. . Softness to the land. Softness to our bodies. Softness to our hearts. Softness in our hands. Softness in the full breadth and body of the living, breathing planet of our home. And. Softness in the universe of stars. . May softness hold you with sure arms this day and all days. . Took this photo from the bottom step of the front porch. And all the trees have given up their leaves and the hawks and squirrels are out but slow in the morning meditations, also. . #odetosoftness