Throughout the day, a massive tree decluttered, sloughing off leaves that snow-flaked to the ground.

Toward the end of the day, I sat on the ground with another tree to my back. While I could not see the tree, I watched shadows of its branches dancing across the grass and heard this invitation:

Branches sway me to dance with them.

“Let go”, they say, “Let the wind carry you…

Later, I had an aha moment. Yes, they were witches!…The mystics were practitioners of a kind of magic as they sensed the mystery everywhere and invited everyone to see through magical eyes. They realized the omnipresent divine presence in every soul, leaf, dog, raindrop and human being. Their potions were mystical visions, and their spells were love poems dripping with orgasmic yearning for divine union. And that got them in trouble.

What is your liberated, spontaneous response to what is happening now? Not the perfect or permanent response, nor the doing of someone responsible for fixing this mess of a world, nor the grasping of a needy little one trying to earn love, but your fully present, alive, authentic response this moment?