Perfect Timing

Today at 3:55PM I got a silk shirt from my mom in the mail.
I was on my way to walk the dogs
on my trail and it was getting a little cold.
So, I put it on and began the 2 mile walk.
I watched the dogs as they jumped
over sage and put on their angelic
auras as the sun set lower and lower in the sky.
I thought about how privileged I was
to have the time to take notice
of the beautiful light each morning
and evening.
I wondered how many others would
notice how magnificently privileged they
were to watch the birds fly in formation
against the scarcely cirrus clouds.
Their brilliant underwings illuminated as they
swoop towards the eastern mountains...
did they notice?
We all protect our privileges - hot showers
from within the confines of our day
boxes and night boxes...
- or choosing to witness the melon
coloring as it melts down from the eastern
peaks as the sun sets in perfect timing with a
conscious thought that I can see, that
I am walking, and I'm clean and well fed - All
That Was, was precisely presented at 4:35PM.
Working for God's purpose, I am His
witness in my perfectly timed silk shirt.
I chose to walk out of my box and into the Light,
I sacrificed my daily work-out ritual at the
health club and programmed the TIVO to
record my "reality shows" for later, when
the timing is right... maybe at 9PM?
I stepped the trails in perfect timing with the
awesome desert light show. I could see that
bear may have been ahead of me, and also
that Devil's Claw is strewn about wildly in the desert.
The big jackrabbits seem a little thin and two coyotes
watch me (hungrily???!!) from the black lava rock above.
Anyway, this nature trail is
hidden behind really nice, two-story houses;
I'm not seeing another soul in sight (and I can see for miles)...
I feel like I really must return dawn and dusk,
as God's only witness to this Glory it seems...
this Creation with every motion in perfect
time to our privileged, nicely packaged lives.
I mean, it seems a
shame for God to go through all that trouble if'n
no one's going to show up for the encore!
I'm so extremely happy to oblige - it's a "job"
just right for me, Thank You Creator. I pray to do this job
until I am retired by death or disability or blindness.
And, as much as I feel quietly alone here, I feel so
overwhelmed with this sacred duty to See,
feel, experience, walk, eat, shower, work,
and be ever so thankful for my warm silk shirt.
And so, I don't have much time left over to be overly pitiful.
But, I feel a little bit sorry for the boxed-up
children that must be inside the TV boxes... where else?
(Truthfully, I like having the front row un-boxed seat to myself.)
The trail is barely visible and all shadow is momentarily absent by the
time my 4-legged friends and I head out of the canyon
at precisely 5:12PM.
I sure do like my new silk shirt and glad I got it just in time for this
and that
In New Mexico...