The Generosity of March

Sparrows and flames.

March has been another month of generosity. Generosity is my word for the year and I did a better job this month of keeping it in mind. I still need to work on the daily application though. Being generous in my presence and compassion. Being generous in kindness to others and myself. Bringing generosity to my five senses as I experience life’s wonder and awe.

Today’s post is accompanied by four photos from our recent trip. From the humble sparrows hoping for a bite to eat, to peace that comes as I watch flames flicker and in feeling the heat they emanate.

In the rugged splendor and contrast in the rocks and layers of the Grand Canyon, created millions of years ago by the Colorado River, through rocks that are hundreds of millions of years old. It gives me perspective on my 57 years on the planet. Brings some humility to my place in life, and some inspiration to make a difference in the ways I can. I may not be the Colorado River, but I am still a force that can create beauty and good energy. We all are.

On our way to the Grand Canyon, we got a great view of the Colorado River and I got the sense of being away. This terrain looks nothing like where I live. It’s good to get away, to have a getaway. We are blessed to be able to travel.

Nothing quite prepares you for the stunning glass artistry created by Dale Chihuly. The picture can capture a portion of it. Only the eye and heart in the present moment can absorb the full impact of the innovative masterpieces he creates.

These pictures represent only a few days in March, a few ways generosity showed itself. The growing generosity of daylight has been most appreciated, even though the green of spring is still weeks away. The generous wisdom and grace shared by others in recovery from alcoholism made a difference as I continue to walk this path, never alone.

The generosity of March blessed me many times over. With eyes, mind, and heart open. In a moment’s pause. Splendor and hope.

A less murky Colorado River as we crossed the Mike O'Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge near the Hoover Dam.

 

Stunning Chihuly glass in the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel and Casino.

 

The heights of the Grand Canyon and the murky Colorado River far below.

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