Counting Time

When life has slowed,
And days run into days run into days
I count my time in dog walks and cups of coffee.
I watch the plants,
Reaching toward the sun
Offering beauty …
Blooming, fading, dying away.

When life has slowed,
I count my interactions in phone calls and Zoom windows.
I imagine seeing you,
Our arms thrown around each other in love.
How long until that day?

When life has slowed,
And loss builds upon loss.
We grieve in isolation
Far from comforting rituals.
Wakes and potlucks,
Shared tears and handkerchiefs.
The quiet words of a familiar reading, a favorite song.
The gathering of the family from far and near.

When life has slowed,
And days run into days run into days.
We count the time in sunrises and sunsets,
Breaths in and breaths out.

When life has slowed,
Breathe. Listen. Trust. Love.
We are not alone.

The Unwinding

How strange and wonderful that I can wake up in the hot, humid south and go to sleep in the cool mountains of Colorado.

Today is my first full day of seven here in this beautiful place.

I took two naps after lunch and then walked down by the river to see what was blooming and what I’ve missed in my two-year absence.

I stopped to visit with my favorite wildflower. The shooting star by the river was still there, yellowing and dying back so that it can bloom again next spring.

What comfort to find this place of stability in a world that is ever-changing and often feels out of control.

Now I need to unwind, to let go of the chatter, to be let myself be fully present to this time of rest.

Dear Doughnut Fairy

Dear Doughnut Fairy,

I don’t know who you are, but I wanted to thank you for this amazing gift you left for me this morning with the security guard.

The guard was so responsible. He did not eat the doughnut, but, instead, called me to come get it.

I am so grateful to know that Good Still Exists in this crazy world of ours. And yes, there ARE STILL Magical Doughnut Fairies spreading joy and doughnuts throughout the universe.

Yours, ever-so-gratefully,

Beth

The Least of Creatures

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I sit at the kitchen table, work,
And watch the birds.
I take a break and snap a picture.

The snow has come
And the birds have nothing to eat.

“Look at the birds in the sky. They don’t sow seed or harvest grain or gather crops into barns. Yet your heavenly [Parent] feeds them.”
– Jesus, Matthew 6:26 (CEB)

Surrogate “heavenly Parent,”
I keep the feeders filled,
The water full,
Even for the birds I don’t care for as much.

What if it was so simple
To care for ALL those in need?
Bless all in need this day.
Bless all who mourn, who fear, who are in danger.
Guide me, that I may be your hands and heart in the world.

The Last Daisy

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I walked by
The last daisy bloom
In the garden at work.

No matter how I might resist,
Change happens.
Every day.

The teachers say,
Do not resist. Accept.
But it’s so hard.

I am attached
To the way things are,
The people I see,
The world I know
(Or think I know).

What if I welcomed
The new, the different,
With the same energy that
I resist?

Welcome, fall.
Welcome, change.
See what is to come.

Look! I’m doing a new thing;
now it sprouts up; don’t you recognize it?
I’m making a way in the desert,
paths in the wilderness.
– Isaiah 43:19, CEB

The Tale of the Neglected Blog

Those who are following me and Jack may have noticed that the blog took a long vacation this summer. There were three family weddings and one Upper Room SOULfeast retreat. Jack had a great time at Camp Tracy. And I had a great time seeing loved ones get married and meeting new extended family.

I’m back and you’ll notice that the blog has a new name and new look. Formerly, “Life with Jack,” the blog is now called “All the Wonders.” Jack decided to start his own blog. He will still post here from time to time, but his photos, wisdom, and cartoons can now be found at jackthescottie.com.

Blessings to you, my friends. I hope you are well. Let me know how you are doing when you have the time.

BethBeth with Ukulele

A Certain Beauty

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There is a certain beauty to a foggy morning. The trees framed in soft light against the sky.

The peony shut tight against the dampness and darkness of the morning.

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The mushroom cup holding a sip of dew.

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The dandelion seeds pulled together in dampness.

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The rose petal drooping with the weight of the morning dew drops.

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Look and see the beauty of a foggy morning.