In the weeks since, my days have been filled with awe as my eyes keep a daily vigil of the transformation, filling reels in my mind of the minute by minute (literally with all our daylight!)  changes in the amazing Alaskan landscape that surrounds me. The reels quickly fill with the rows of popping peas and creeping cucumbers, the renegade spinach making its 5th year appearance and potatoes that will soon fill the pantry and freezer. Wild flora dig their roots deeper, preparing for seasons to come. Other “mind”reels fill as I watch king salmon rolling, jumping and fighting their way, struggling against rain swollen river currents, making their way to their sacred spawning grounds. Still other reels are filled with the array of rainbow colors on dragonfly and butterfly wings as they flit in the air or land on a low hanging lilac limb, the rushing crescendo from the  rain-filled river completes the symphony called the cycle of life.
The cycle changes from transformation to transmissions. The fragrances of lilacs waft on the evening breeze. Small fish fry and fingerlings fill the quiet pools along the flowing river’s edge. Butterflies and dragonflies evoke cries of “Look at the colors of THIS ONE!” or “”Ohh! Look at the markings of THAT one” as it momentarily rests on the deck’s handrail. Voices are filled with excitement. Faces spawn wide grins as eyes dance with joy.
I am blessed. Very much blessed. I continue to be blessed.
I hear the still small voice in me say “pass this blessing on.”
It looks like it might rain by the summer sun’s set. Storm clouds begin to billow on the horizon, threatening night time chaos. But the blessings must be passed on. It MUST. For what good is a blessing if not to be shared?
Joy and awe, delight and wonder, love from within can impact another, if only shared. Love passed on, even when currents run high, still bless. It is true, that at the end of your hand, through the sound of your voice, one to another, from a thought deep within, the world will keep going as blessings are passed on.
You or I may be cheered by a butterfly’s struggle out of a constrictive cocoon. We may be awed by a seedling planted well beneath its soil covering, peeping its head.  Or, just perhaps it will be from watching a worn, weary fish come to deposit its gift, then make its way to eternal rest.
We are spirit driven to be an equal transmitter of joy, of love, of struggle;  of lessons learned as we buck high water; and endured strong currents; experiences learned through tears that water dry soil, seeds scattered and fruits unknown.
Our job is to be the transmitter…..sunshine for a weary warrior, laughter that infects those around. Give smiles, contagious,  that will transform another’s life. Seek to take  time to be the listening ear, the understanding heart – even in the dull, the seemingly lifeless, even uninteresting.
The still small voice within will rarely guide you astray, if you will only step aside of the daily din and empty chatter. If you will step outside and seek and thus find what your spirit heart knows…..
Be as a child and trust. Be as a child and laugh deeply and laugh often, unprompted. Be of good courage as you step toward the sweetness of age grown wisdom, abounding with grace and patience.
Be the transmitter of YOU, and all that you know of right uses and choice.