I woke up this morning, walked along the canal during an early morning rain shower. Everything has that feeling of a Monet painting that was done in the tropics. It's a misty morning yet the sun is out shining brightly, so bright that it almost hurts your eyes to look at the sun directly and yet your eyes are drawn to every little image along the way... the smallest yellow flower almost glowing against the dark green grass and the individual rain drops can be seen lingering on a wild Florida lily, little mirrors of the world around it... and in those moments of Moshiach the world comes alive if only you have taken the time to force yourself up out of cozy bed and watch the drama unfold at the canal. See, the morning walkers know it is there while others sleep in too tired or just simply unaware of the majesty of the moments they are missing.
I found my spot under a grove of Wild Orchid Trees and smelled the scent of wild, wet orchids and it is truly intoxicating; it envelops you and fills up your senses with the image of perfection and it occurs to me that Moshiach must truly smell like a wild, wet orchid after a morning rain shower in Miami.
It's there, it is beautiful to watch, magical to inhale it's potent aroma and yet... if you don't get up and go for a walk and stop along the way to look at the magesty about you ... you keep on walking down your path in a rush to complete your mile in the morning.... in order to smell the scent of the orchid you must stop, open up your eyes, get off the path, walk over to the orchid and in that magical mometn lift if up to your face, see it... smell it... enjoy it... and catch that moment to remember forever in a picture.
The choice is up to you... stay in bed and sleep or sleep walk on your path or get off your path, look around you, see it, breathe it and become one with it.
