Lately, this is my prayer, my mantra, my song to the Divine. On my early (painfully early!) and quiet morning commute to work. Late at night when I have five minutes of “me time” after the kiddos are asleep and before I move eagerly to my bed. Enchant me, God. Enchant me. Delight me.
Sung, chanted, swayed to.
I see me barefoot under the moonlight, softly swirling with the evening summer breeze. I see me in a long flowy skirt with my long hair against my shoulders moving through my day, with my children, with my husband, in our kitchen “decorated” with tiny handprints on the wall from superhero crusades, ants in our sugarbowl (again), laundry to be folded, floors to be swept……. with ease and sweetness and delight. Enchanted. Fully aware that all of this – ALL. OF. THIS. — is gift.
Enchant me. Right here. Right in the middle of my messy, busy, glorious life.