My heart breaks wide open.
Tears.
Tears of joy.
Tears of expansion.
Tears of surrender.
Tears for the exquisite feeling of the connection to the grandeur.
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I visited a sacred temple today.
The sacred temple I bowed before was a few mountain peaks along the continental divide with a lake below.

I sat before them and wept. It wasn’t a sadness, it was more a celebration and thanksgiving... hopeful tears... and a feeling of my heart breaking open, in a good way.
It was Mother Earth, the mountains, the clouds filtering the sunlight, a couple snow squalls, the plants, the trees, the lake, the wind and I.
There was serenity. The tourists have gone home.
There was an autumn chill and a few plants just beginning to turn from green to deep reds and golds.
There was the chirp of the marmots and wildflowers still blooming.

I said blessings for Mother Earth and the Spirits of the Land.
I offered blessings to the water, the plants, trees, animals, minerals.
I gave my deep heartfelt thanks for the nurturing and sustenance that nature provides to us on so many levels.
I once again offered my life, my being.... how may I best share my gifts and talents with others?
Help me find that trail, Spirit.
The trail of beauty, joy, passion. The trail where I offer my unique service to Mother Earth and all of nature, service to children and humanity. The trail that has markers specific to me. Help me find that trail, stay on it, and be confident in it, Spirit. Thank you.
My heart breaks wide open.