| Have you ever been surprised to look down and see | | | | ourselves up for continually feeling "less than" by |
| the sun shining at your feet? | | | | insisting on looking to a source of inspiration beyond |
| That happened to me recently walking barefoot on the | | | | our grasp. |
| beach in California. | | | | We look for the sacred, the divine, way beyond |
| How mysterious, that luminous orb floating on the wet | | | | ourselves where we can never reach it, so we think it |
| sand. Not what we expect; it reverses our | | | | can never be part of us. We separate heaven and |
| expectation. It seems to open the ground into another | | | | earth and keep ourselves walled off from what we |
| space that we didn't know was there; a magical light. | | | | love and long for. |
| Why do we always look up for what we think is | | | | If it's that wonderful, it couldn't possibly be me! |
| great? Is it because the sun shines down on us from | | | | What if the sun were shining at our feet? Would we |
| the sky that we tend to project our source of | | | | even see it there? Whether that glow comes from a |
| inspiration as coming from above us? | | | | true source or a reflected light, the luminosity is right at |
| Whether it's a spiritual source (in "heaven"), an authority | | | | hand, or at foot - and within our reach. Look down at |
| figure we place on a pedestal, or a role model whose | | | | your feet and behold! Soon you may perceive the |
| example seems unattainable, we are always reaching | | | | radiance in every leaf, twig, and grain of sand. Perhaps |
| upward for the good, for our goal, for our blessing. | | | | even in yourself! |
| Noble and admirable though our ideals may be, we set | | | | |