If you live in one place long enough, if some things occur regularly, and if you’re halfway paying attention, you will recognize the patterns. And, the more patterns you recognize, the more you marvel at the grand scale of the universe and the smallness of your self. And, you’re thankful for being awake, even if just for a moment…
the glow on her face the sunset through the glass door spring’s around the bend
There’s not too much good news these days, but yesterday I received some great news. A dear friend and sister to my heart found out that “there’s no evidence of disease” in her body. This is obviously the answer to to our prayers and the fulfillment of our hopes. Who can say why some prayers are answered and others are not? Or, why some hopes are fulfilled while others are dashed? It is as they say – a mystery. What is not a mystery but not that widely understood is that: life is precious. Each day is a gift to be treasured and celebrated. Be happy and live well, my friends.
the Cause of our joy while can’t be seen by others manifests in us
The pandemic has been a trying time for everyone, especially for those of us who find community in their churches. Living with comorbidity, my wife and I chose to stay away from our church even when services resumed. The only times we have returned were for funerals.
Once it was a funeral for a relative in the church in which my wife and I were married. It was a surreal experience to listen to a foreign priest in the church that I had served many times in my younger days. My glasses fogging up due to an ill fitting mask didn’t lessen the illusion. The second funeral was at our church for the son of a friend of my wife. The music was welcoming, the homily was uplifting, but the dead man was completely unfamiliar. Again it was surreal.
The following day we went to a park with a walking trail through the native habitat. This is our treat to ourselves as we normally only have time to walk the streets of our neighborhood during the week for exercise. There’s something breathtaking when a breeze tiptoes across the native grasses and the lungs just fill up among the trees. Everyone we came across were respectful and friendly. There were glimmers of acknowledgements as we recognized ourselves as kindred spirits. We had all found refuge in a cathedral beneath the canopies. We were no longer strangers in a strange land.
walking unmasked in the park
naked in Eden
I had a wonderful childhood. We lived in a sprawling city that was always bustling with sights and sounds and smells even into the night. When school was out though I spent the summer living in the village where my parents grew up. Everyone knew everyone there, and a child could walk safely from one end of the village to the end and be watched by relatives or friends the entire way. So it was like a rite of passage when I was allowed to walk home by myself after staying for supper at an auntie’s house. Even if it was less than a hundred meters, I still remember the full moon lighting my way and the pride in my chest. A magical memory…
full moon in August but i can no longer walk – to Grandfather’s house
I’m feeling a little melancholic this morning. Today will be the last time I will work from home as my workplace is transitioning everyone back into the building. I’m grateful for being able to stay working the entire time when many did not. I’m also joyful for this glimpse of something different, sometimes better sometimes not. Life goes on.
oatmeal and sliced fruit
a breeze slipping through the porch
a taste of fullness