luck looks like dew

on non-duality

luck looks like the dew on the lawn every dawn — diademed green blades awaiting unsheathing as the day unsheathes our need for defense, disarmament, soles for bare feet praising sacred ground

where each dewed pebble is anointed with potential, the seed of a Druid sarsen impossibly ferried then reassembled on the lush plain of our soul.

how lucky we are when we see, in every damp footprint, blades prostrate in obeisance, a perfectly aligned solstice —

perhaps even both, winter and summer,

at once.

©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021

Trisha Traughber, I owe you an apology. I can’t hold dew in my hand — at least not for long. But when I saw the dew on the lawn in the garden today, I felt blessed with luck — and joy — as I ran my fingers through all those blades of grass. Lady Julian of Norwich came to mind: “all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” (Trust me, a 14th century mystic, Lady Julian added no ‘s’ to thing.)

All being well in the long run is my version of the best of luck. Luck is a Lady.

If you, too, are interested in sharing your ‘lucky charm’ with Trisha and team at Vagabond Voices, here’s the prompt:

FYI, the sarsen reference has to do with Stonehenge — for me, such holy ground that I dropped to my knees when I visited.

Thank you, Vagabond Voices for the home for my vagabond soul. Thank you, dearest readers. I’m one lucky lady you’re here!

jenine