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,
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.
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.
Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name,
you are mine.
– Isaiah 43:1, NRSV
I heard the wind last night.
All night it blew
Like the Oklahoma wind of my childhood.
The wind roars Power, Life.
Don’t stay in one place.
The wind murmers Change, Transform.
Listen as I rearrange the Earth.
The wind whispers Breath, Spirit.
Open to Ruach, open to Spirit.
I open my arms, my heart, my spirit.
Move me in power and love.
I am yours.
I walked by
The last daisy bloom
In the garden at work.
No matter how I might resist,
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
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
As I walked the Lake Junaluska trail at sunrise this morning, “Simple Song” from Leonard Bernstein’s “Mass” was playing in my head (the inclusive language version, or course ).
I share it here: