Waiting for the Light Rail

February, 1996

There’s a cool breeze from the south, smacking my right cheek just a little harder than most would think comfortable. But for me it’s a pleasant reminder that I’m here, awake, seeing and being immersed in the bright green hills across the other side of the light rail tracks. The gray clouds still hold the promise of rain, but there’s a slight break just where the sun sits as it trys to peek through. Way off to the north there is another break, a good size one, but too far away to enjoy the blue sky. The coolness of gray-cloud sky is what is here. And this quality of gray sky and cool, wet wind brings recognition of the essence of simply being here – just sitting, waiting, for the light rail.

4 Comments to "Waiting for the Light Rail"

  1. Su Child says:


    Whoa-slow down. Around Winter Solstice, I inwardly kept hearing, ‘stop.’ This community’s annual big event happens in a highly organized way, and I decided to participate in the giving and receiving in addition to what else I was doing. So, by not obeying my inner message, I headed to town one late afternoon on a risky walking day. Before I reached my destination, I tripped on a broken unmarked sidewalk and fell flat on my chin. No time to even bring my hands to my aid. Yes, I stopped. It’s now nearly the end of February. I am beginning to recognize this long-forgotten, wonder-filled experience of no where to go and nothing to do. I’m not even waiting. Why – when just being aware of each here and now new moment is so sufficient, and from which peaceful, loving actions emerge.

    • Su Child says:

      Waiting on more Daylight

      Waiting on more daylight to get out to check cows. I put my stones on all the windows of this old house, and seeing them makes me smile several times each day. What incredible beauty we see in any direction we turn in this world. The pheasants are all out on display now, thinking it is Spring. Foxes have been trotting by the house regularly; their den is nearby on an old riverbank. Soon we’ll get to see their pups at play.

      with John’s permission

    • su child says:

      “Simplicity in life is to begin with God, the way a mathematician begins with principle, the way a musician begins with harmony, the way a color begins with light.” William Samuel from
      “In the Light of an Alabama Rain,” a meditation with permission of Janice Winokur.

  2. su.child says:

    Life More Abundant

    It’s amazing how one little idea can take over our life, our being, our sensations, our mind, and fill it full of scorpions! But if we are to let an idea take over, why shouldn’t it be something like, “I am come that you might have life more abundantly?”

    What is life more abundant? It is a fuller, wider, grander sense of Life, itself. Life more abundant is living and walking and moving in His Being, remembering always His Name. It is seeing God in wood and sky and earth and stone–seeing God everywhere. It is feeling with the poet, “Oh life, I cannot hold Thee close enough!”

    It is hearing and loving and holding close the birdsong of the morning. It is seeing your brother or your sister staying by the bedside of a sick friend, and knowing that there are such angels. It is feeling a wave of a cool breeze lap across your cheek and opening your eyes to a Cape Cod pink sky outside your window. It is the absence of fear and distrust in this life, the sense of a guiding principle which is taking you wherever you need to go, always working out your affairs for Good.

    It is your cat coming along and sitting unceremoniously on your foot, for a moment reducing you to a feature of landscape. It is sitting by the window in the afternoon light and sewing a button on the dress your father picked out for you. It is falling on your butt in the cold Maine woods where you are hunting pussy willows and looking up to see your husband laughing at you affectionately, his hand outstretched. It is knowing, right at that moment–THIS IS IT! Life more abundant is living and moving and having your being in His being. It is finding the perfection in the imperfection; it is finding an arrowhead and knowing always that there is good afoot.

    with Janice Winokur’s permission from
    In the Light of an Alabama Rain
    a meditation

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